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Moonstruck / Blanca Luz Pulido

In Blanca Luz Pulido's Moonstruck, birds play a leading role. The flight, the infinite spaces, the trees, the horizon and the light, form a constellation of motifs that have their core in birds. She says in a poem: "I love the simplest acts"; and in another one, more forcefully: "It's the small things / that decide the drift of worlds." The small and the simple do not exclude birds and their excessive freedom, rather they bring that excessive freedom within our reach. —Fabio Morábito

TREASURE

I saw him one day: by a crowded avenue, among the rushing people, hovering in the shrubbery of the sidewalk, a sparrow carrying in his flight a very large bough.

It was a flash: just seconds when we both went on parallel; he, with the bough that hindered his flight, and me looking at him.

Beside him, by an instant, I was the bough held in his beak, approaching the nearby nest where they awaited the treasure.

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Moonstruck / Blanca Luz Pulido

In Blanca Luz Pulido's Moonstruck, birds play a leading role. The flight, the infinite spaces, the trees, the horizon and the light, form a constellation of motifs that have their core in birds. She says in a poem: "I love the simplest acts"; and in another one, more forcefully: "It's the small things / that decide the drift of worlds." The small and the simple do not exclude birds and their excessive freedom, rather they bring that excessive freedom within our reach. —Fabio Morábito

TREASURE

I saw him one day: by a crowded avenue, among the rushing people, hovering in the shrubbery of the sidewalk, a sparrow carrying in his flight a very large bough.

It was a flash: just seconds when we both went on parallel; he, with the bough that hindered his flight, and me looking at him.

Beside him, by an instant, I was the bough held in his beak, approaching the nearby nest where they awaited the treasure.

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