Carlos Arredondo, Carlos, Arredondo, Chile, Scotland, music, poetry, culture, Latin America  
 


Flying

 

The bird flew onwards
And I watched it anxiously,
Saw how a grey cloud
Swallowed it up.
With each one of my senses
I was powerless to act.
When I had lost sight of it I realised its form and,
Like Leonardo,
Felt the urge to build an aircraft.


 

 

 
  Carlos Arredondo, Carlos, Arredondo, Chile, Scotland, music, poetry, culture, Latin America