the Nightingale

I am the bird pinto

Singing at dawn,

when the night is dying

born and the light of dawn.

When the leaves of the tree

  greet jubilant;

when flowers poke

give up and thank you.

That's me ...!

An unknown bird

sleeping and singing in the branches.

Nobody knows me ...

I am El Cantor del Alba!




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