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today the birds of destiny
they fly low in Eden
and they are afraid to perch
on the dry branches of the skin
they don't remember the way
which in the abstract is almost cruel
no longer touch the divine
from heaven not everything can be seen
once desire is dead
the bones of love remain
and the birds of fate
begin their migration
they fly looking for food
sex, drugs, rock and roll
but they will keep running away
and until they fly inside
will be birds of passage
today the birds of destiny
to migrate are without knowing
more prone to boredom
and to fly lower every time
they don't remember the way
which in the abstract is almost cruel
no longer touch the divine
from heaven not everything can be seen
once desire is dead
the bones of love remain
and the birds of fate
begin their migration
they fly looking for food
sex, drugs, rock and roll
but they will keep running away
and until they fly inside
will be birds of passage
poets bleed out
accuse of sedition
and they call the words illiterate
that undo love
I don't know how to cross the roads
they have no address
once desire is dead
the bones of love remain
and the birds of fate
begin their migration
they fly looking for food
sex, drugs, rock and roll
but they will keep running away
and until they fly inside
will be birds of passage
