Pajaro - Little Bird - a short story

English version

Baby Pajaro

((Baby Bird) (part one of two))

Two meters from my glass door is a garden, high and dense foliage, and dirt is rich and dark, and there is a bird bath in the cottage garden and a sky blue head and a quiet, almost every day in summer, as this

Some of the plants grown at two levels, and we have two nesting boxes (oops, now three) in the garden, and food available, and a variety of small birds flyingback and forth, that is, in and out, and lounge around in the free zone and more natural than a location or Garden of Eden for birds in this town called Lima, a city of eight million people, five million cars and smog galore, and a polluted river that flows through the center.

Ten years ago when I moved into this house, I had the idea of planting a garden, and watch it grow! As a result, I plant the flowers, and watering and weeding in the garden nearFor ten years, and I intended to dig another ten, if indeed I am still living here, and able to do so. I thought to make feasible the garden for birds, I heard that in the long bones in the hot summer days in Lima. It makes no sense for me to start from scratch, and in those ten years, I have a ton or two new and rich dark dirt in that little garden. I continued to plug away at it as if one day something would happen, then in the summer of 2010, it happened, I told my wife, weno more patience, birds, sparrows in particular, had found a home, and arrived one by one, and when the summer was almost over, there were eight birds 3:00 pm in the garden was on a regular basis (four birth of their baby sparrows in my garden, and so was impressed, and hopeful for me to nurture and protect, and so on and so forth), every day the year before this came, but did not abundantly outside others are all deadwinter sparrows often can not tolerate such rapid changes in demand, or the cold itself.

Pajaro child is born in my garden, he is the last of four or sparrows here, so I support born, looks over the top and the foliage, I discovered one day, Mom Pajaro, had built a nest and there two eggs were small brown sparrow house (this would be the third or fourth sparrow were born in our garden, there were two eggs so that came first is really aMystery, but in 2009 there were two born in 2010 and today, two). I've always been a religious man, my life I have, and I always did what I could, though I was aware of the small creatures of God, but for some reason, this garden, this nest and four eggs became a church, I was proud share with God watched his mother by night with my flashlight sitting on the latter two small eggs, the last two of four eggs. As the birds were ingrow in real forms of bird life. I could not take my eyes off those eggs.

"Where are you that the eggs have been Dennis?" Asked my wife Rose.

"As close to the rotating stairs!" I said.

"You have a passion for them, Dennis?" he asked.

"I'm sure God," I said. "This is a fact."

So for a few weeks we have seen the eggs, and one day, I was tickled to find the baby is born, and Rose would call this a Pajaro (Meaning Baby: Baby Bird), but aegg does not break, it would remain so for a bit 'longer, and a sparrow to be born, I believe the baby bird from the egg must have fallen from the nest in the garden, the eggs were cracked, and the baby bird is missing and the mother bird, spend time in the foliage on the back of the garden, with this in mind, I assumed that he is alive and well on planet Earth, with the other twenty some birds that flock to this garden every day (no not all sparrows), and get some sleep 'night in the undergrowth.

There was no queue back to the little sparrow (not yet anyway), now called Baby Pajaro, and he was a poor little sparrow to say the least, experienced large amounts of other hunting sparrows outside her room, and of their space, as if the whole garden was her domain (if indeed he was a he, and most likely is actually a she). I think I have a lion for a boarder, I said to my wife. No matter, it was cute, and I continued to withhold food andI usually do every day for all birds and bird's stomach dropped to the bottom of his feet, almost dragging his belly. It 'was difficult for him to fly and the birds got their share of food too, but I think Baby Pajaro twice took their part. But they have not paid attention to it, told my wife: "Do not give him any attention. Pajaro child does not mean anything bad, he likes to eat just like most Peruvians do without limitation."

It 's a sin that God can not more people like sparrows I saidme, Baby Pajaro was more pleasant walk, and started through the glass doors in my office, and under my table on the carpet and then would leave the same way he / she was not aware giants can not hurt. He went on and on and find him, I told my wife one day, Baby Pajaro had come home and fly around, I was in the bathroom, and when I came out he tried to flee, but went too far right and hit the glass door that the lengthlounge around, and I think he felt that someone was kidding because he kept trying to head first to the glass as if it Would Be led to its powerful force.

"Well," I once said to see him impotent attempt to escape, before I ask him, "may God's fault that he does not know when to stop and the entrance to look the same from which. .." But the same Pajaro when I Baby, I pushed him gently with his hand on his back,where the tail wing had just begun to grow out as thin as paper, and went to the glass door open, and in the garden, having left a little hope, you got it-mud, back, apparently he was terrified of the giant who tried to help him (let me also just been open-air garden, I know you are free to come and go as please, and it often flows through the park opposite, a wild thing I think should not be caged, if please, just killgradually, if you really must find a way to suicide).

On another occasion, he flew home when I tried a few short stories I had written was, and the wings hit my right, almost touching the roof, as I believe, and hurriedly flew back through the doors of the glass doors open.

Poem:

The Sparrow little fat

It runs on a large leaf as on a sled

And, as a smooth sheet of ice

Inheat, heat the hot summer sun,

For an office environment in the vicinity of a number of leaves

In this small home garden, we

Here in Lima, Peru-This little fat Sparrow

Who was not born so long ago?

Without tail feathers,

Who eats from morning to afternoon?

And follow all the other new born sparrows

Far from the will of its food, like a gorilla!

But he is learning, I see, the ABC of life

The bird has spread its ugly niche

And isgreater than he, with a larger

The mouth and eat more seeds, I see,

And learning that the fat sparrow

If there is only one thing, there are people that we call

-Guys!

No.: 2669 (09/04/2010)

Than today in the garden by the house, Baby Pajaro was under a large leaf, and there was a big mistake at the top of the sheet must have seen his shadow, Pajaro and jumped an inch or so on, are the wings of a half turn on the head hit the top, exactly where the bug was a well-stroke, and the hump, broke the balance of the bug and the bug flew away to fly, and he was thrown off the sheet for the most part, I prefer not Pajaro Baby Bug and I sat against the back of my chair in astonishment, I was quiet, and was the shadow, and I was wondering what's next in life are those in Pajaro? And there was eating from the bag of dirt I had on a table, eating all the birdseed could swallow spit out the shell of the seedthe process, he also found a way into the bag and landed the bird seed all over the place. And I thought: "By Gosh, and gimmidy is a little monster."

We put this third box nest on the table yesterday, including bread, a little 'cold in Lima, and I see Pajaro Baby's test, he ran a few times to find out if he really is a comfortable and safe to be. The reason was there, because after leaving in the morningYesterday some miscellaneous long ways away from home, seldom leaving home, while writing a book is chosen for a few hours after returning from a four babies died by HAD Our glass doors to do. It 'was a very sad feeling. He came to the glass door to die naturally was familiar with, the night was too cold for him (about 70% of small birds never do with the winter), and they just would not go in the other two bird houses, and I usually have food, butnot for a few days, and I think his system the weekend and instilled in him that our family, where else would choose to die!

If this has taught me anything, it taught me, do not take responsibility or participate in anything, if you are not responsible and pulling out of place I HAD some of my training as a psychologist until I have a better idea what the real problem, not the situation. They were hunting for food sparrows, sparrows orneeded to hunt to stay alive, these four were not protected by the birth of this darkness

No.: 608 (25/03/2010)

Dedicated to the Bird and the woman

Second result

(... And Part Two)

Well, I started making a mess in and around the platform of the garden and the garden and the breaking of the leaves, making holes and sliding down, leaving white spots on them, and now I had a job to clean up their mess I'm talking aboutLarge birds, not necessarily the sparrows, perhaps half of the twenty birds were sparrows, the other half, the largest bird, the predominance of birds, but the few always ruin for many, the majority, it is true that is with us including humans.

Well once again, was not too bad, I thought, and only continued to feed them, like manna (or food) fall from the sky.

After a few months to do each day, they expected me to continue to feed them, which was not my original intent, nowThey were all waiting for the glass doors in the morning, sometimes up to pick up, also, some even discuss the food, the Greater pressure on the small side, and also eat the feathers back from the smaller birds, making them awkward in flight, so I stopped feeding them every few days, a backup power supply began covertly sparrows again, then I stopped for a week's largest birds is back (unfortunately, is like a dead sparrow).However, it's all made me think how ungrateful they are. Now they must find food and can not visit, especially the larger birds. In any case, become a bit 'more humility had become quite lazy as they are in search of food, then with your feet, not knowing what they had.

It's all a person thinks it doesn't-I mean, as we all are ungrateful to God Almighty, I mean, I can not do this insolence and arrogance ofbirds, much less shoot them as they prance back and forth for me, expecting me to feed them, and yet show no respect, no discipline, no restrictions for their rude behavior. In addition, birds majors, they know more than you think you know I have tried them, if I do shoo away Trying feed children, those who obtain the average size to creep up and get food for them, and feeds Their mouths thereafter. I can only say, God has patience, and I hope it never stops us, or powerHumanity will send crazy, and then God help us all-we are far worse than the birds. What they have done in my garden, is nothing compared to what we have done to his land.

Attention: 04/12/2010

Spanish version

Bebe El Pajaro

((Bebe Pajaro) (Part One of the dos))

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algunas crecen Pisos Plantas Hasta dos alto, y tenemos dos casas para Pájaros (uuuups, tres ahora) en el jardin, y comida disponible, y A Variedad de Pajaros de un otro lado esto es Pequeños vuelan is a Van-Y, Y descansan zone libre y esta Alrededor the natural, muy similar a center of the United Nations or UN Jardin del Eden para vacacional Pájaros, esta ciudad Llamada and Lima, A ciudad de ocho millones de personas y cinco millones deCarros, smog and Abundance, y que contaminado United Nations approved a Traves Río de la ciudad.

Diez años ago, cuando por primera vez a esta Müde me home, Tuve idea plantar UN jardin, y ¡Crecer Verla! Como consecuencia he digging plan Tando Estado y, y este jardín search regando azadonando and Diez años ahora, y otros diez años Estoy Esperando tear out, the SI verdad Viviendo Todavia Estoy Aqui, y soy Capaz a hacerlo. Haria calcul que para el Jardín Living Pájaros, SentiaESTO aquellos días y mis and calurosos Huesos Largos de verano and Lima. Sentido para empezar me Tenia Taper, y en diez años ESO Debi Haber puesto algunas toneladas de tierra nueva, y en el jardin Dark Rica quote. I only UN MANTENIA día como pasar a forward algorithm IBA Lueg en el verano 2010, paso esto, The Dije a esposa me, Ya no necesitamos Paciencia Pájaros-Los, Los Gorriones en particular, Han encontrado a house came on y ellos UNO POR UNO, y cuando el Verano Estaba porterminates, the quince a Pájaros habían Veinte que a nuestro jardín regularidad came on Con (cuatro de los Pequeños, nacieron en mi jardin, y así if adecuaron area esta y los que esperaban Alimentaria y protegiera, etc. etc.), El Diario año A ellos también habían venido este earlier, but not abundance ni en abierta, los During months murieron algunos de invierno, Los Gorriones frecuentemente the Hacen, parece que ellos no pueden Cambios stories bruscos tolerate the climate, orclimate Frio and yes.

Bebe El Pajaro habia nacido en mi Jardín Este es el último de los que aquí nacieron Gorriones Cuatro or ESO Alegi, Mirando a dialogue of follaje Descubre encima habia hecho que en el Nido Mother UN Pajaro que habían dos huevos este Pequeños the Gorrion the house (seriously Este el tercer or Cuarto Gorrion and habían nacido nuestro Jardín huevos-dos, entonces Quien es Primero really FUE UN, but Mysterio el 2009, ya habían nacido dos, y ahora en el 2010,otros dos). Siempre he sido religious UN hombre, toda mi vida I was him, y siempre he hecho mejor que pude him, no matter sobre estas cuanto ignoraba Pequeñas criaturas de Dios, por algún Razón however, Jardin Este Estos cuatro huevos y ser este nest A parecían Iglesia Estaba Dios Orgullo with the compartir. Y mirab la Madre de la noche a la mañana, me with Lantern, sentada ÚLTIMOS ESO sobre dos huevos, Los cuatro de dos ÚLTIMOS. Mientras Los Pajaritos Inside Estaban en crecheFormas de Pajaros with Vidas reales. Yo not only podiums retiro mis ojos de aquellos huevos.

"¿Donde Estaban dijiste que huevos ESO Dennis?" I esposa Rosa pregunta.

"In search of the Escalera caracol the" Dije.

"¿Por ellos interés Tomado is Dennis?" Ella pregunta.

"I asegura que si, Dije," Y esto es "real."

Y así por Unas cuantas weeks miramos a los huevos, y UN día, el que estuve estremecido the encontrar bebe habia nacido, y el the llamaría RoseBebe Pajaro (meaning, the Pajaro CRIA), but no se habia roto huevo UN así por Este permanecería Pocos días más y UN Nacera Gorrion, Creo que el Pajaro Infante De ESE huevo del Nido debió HABERE caído the Jardin, Cascara 's huevo y ahora el no-Estaba Estaba Quebrada Pajaro Pajaro en el tiempo y la mama permanecía Bast Ante search follaje Part trasera de jardin, en eso with Mind, el que vivo y Asuma Estaba muy bien en el Planeta Tierra, withVeinte y los otros tantos que este Jardín Pájaros volaban and per diem (no eran todos Gorriones still less), y las noches and Dentro de algunos dormían maleza.

El Tenia gorrioncito not runny (not the Todavia todas Formas), if llamaba ahora, Bebe Pajaro y el era of the United Nations gorrioncito menos por decir Travieso, the trataba el conjunto de los otros expanded to entero fuera Gorriones on the espacio, fuera the y sus Espacios, Fuera Como El Jardin Domain on entero (el SI Real timeel, que podría ser or she really was). Creo que tenemos POR UN huesped to-Leon, the Dije a esposa me. No Matter El era Lindo y Afuera comida como todos los días y dejando continuaba the usual Mind hacia para todos los Pájaros, y el ESE Estômago the Pajaro llegaba hasta sus patitas, Barriga arrastraba on cases. He was flying Dificil para el, y los otros tenían porción Pájaros on the comida Igual Manera, but Creo que el doble Bebe Pajaro Tenia porción. But not to theImportance an ESTO, the Dije a esposa me, "No Prestes the atención, el bebe no hacer Pajaro Quiers Dano, the solo gusta como la mayor angle Peruanos the Hacen, sin limites".

Es Una lastima que no sea como los Gorriones People, I Dije, Bebe el Pajaro Tenia el más walketh nice, y empezó a pasar a Traves mampara Vidrio Within ESA, the Oficina de mi, y debajo de mi mesa, encima de the Lueg alfombra y de la misma saldría form and dock sin que cuenta que los-BYGiants pueden Case Dano. Y sólo el continuaba continuaba. A día el Miradolo to the Dije a esposa me: Bebe y El Pajaro has entrada en la house Estaba Flying Alrededor, Yo Estaba en el baño, y cuando el Trato ON Salts escape a hacer muy however if the FUE derecha, y golpeó La Puerta de cristal que es el entero Largo de la Sala, y el que alguien I think the Creo que Estaba bromate, porque continuaba Trato Salir de la cabeza contra ESE Vidrio, Como esta IBA cedar El Pasoon a large Fuerza.

"Bien", I Dije, Una vez que el trato the VI unnecessarily Escape, antes que llegara a EL, "La culpa es de Dios el que talvez no SUPO detenerse Cuando y mirar por la salida, La misma que form and by ... "Pero todas maneras the, cuando llegue el Bebe Pajaro hence, the empuje Suavemente Hand with me, put it, whence cola on Estaba justo empezando a Crecer UN papel Como Delgada, y el Afuera a Traves de la The FUE Vidrio puerta abierta, y inside theREA jardin, después the UN Monton dejar de-ya-graft estiercol MILK THISTEL, Detras; evident Mind Estaba el muerto the Miedo, Giant que ayuda a Trato (duties levied Dejame que también es nuestro jardín air abierto, por eso ellos son libres y cuando Güsten be the ir, y que ellos está frecuentemente hacia el parque vuelan Cruz la Calle, the one thing you probably do not Ser enjaulada salvaje, yo Creo, the haces Yes, you Simplemente Matas Just a Little, A YES Tienen ellos verdad the ManeraThe concebido Suicide).

And Otra at hand, flew into El Casa de cuando yo Estaba Trata a Escribano Estaba algunos que correcting Cuentos y cerca de sus alas me Batio oído derecho, casino atención quero tocándolo-supongo, y rapidly Flight regreso a Traves de la entrada the Las Puertas de Vidrio abiertas.

Poem:

Gorrioncito Gordo

Else hacia abajo and desliza A large hoja, como en un SI trineo

Y como en bloque SI resbaloso the UNHielo

Calor en el, el calor del sol and Verano

A Look up for a o-rama a algún follaje seek

E este jardin de la Casa que tenemos CITO

Aquí and Lima, Peru-: gorrioncito este gordo

Quien Nacional aquí hare mucho

Sin Plumas en la cola

Quien desde mañana hasta el be the Mediodía

Y todos los otros expanded to gorrioncitos Recién nacidos

On the comida, como UN ¡Tonto!

Pero está aprendiendo el, VEO, El ABC de la vida,

ElPajaro Feo has invadido on hornacina,

Y este es el que más large, with pico UN

Mas Grande Semillas y el más come VEO,

Y está aprendiendo ESE gorrioncito Gordo,

algo hay, es que hay que llamamos ESO

- Matones ¡!

Hoy en jardin, at the Casa de lado, el bajo A great Bebe Pajaro Estaba hoja, habia UN bicho y encima de la Grande hoja, el Seen on sombra debió Haber, or algo asi pulgada Salto A, sus alas dieron media vuelta, on cabezagolpeó the hoja, el bicho era whence Exactamente Estaba Un buen Tyre, y el coup, Hizo el balance to lose bicho, y que este lejos Flight fly-lejos Tuvo, habia sido el cálculo de la hoja arrojado-at no Pajaro que Bebe Le taste el bicho, y en el asiento de mi me recoste respaldo and asombro, Comodo Estaba alli y que me preguntaba serious siguiente la vida bebe and the Pajaro. Estaba comiendo alli y el de la Bolsa que Deje the alpiste sobre la mesa, toda a comida comiendo thePájaros que pudiera engullir escupir Cascara de la semilla en el proceso, Including One form Encontro el enter de Semillas en la Bolsa y todas las partes POR alpiste regadas terminaron. Y pense, "¡Cielos! El es pequeño monstruo United Nations."

Ayer pusimos esta tercera Casa de Pajaro sobre la mesa, Including Inside pusimos comida, ahora está if volvo Lima A Little Fria, y veo que está probando el Bebe Pajaro, El Esta entrada and has Unas cuantas Veces, que encontrarUN verdad es lugar para estar Comodo y Seguro. La Razón por la que es esta casa de Ayer Pusaeus Afuera que en la mañana por la home Deje Unas cuantas horas, mientras Cases Nunca Hago escriba book The United Nations, regreso a mi, a Cuatro de los bebes Estaba muerto por Puerta de Tirado Nuestra Vidrio. UN was sentimiento muy sad. El habia venido a la Puerta de que el familiarizado with Estaba, para die, la noche para el habia sido muy fria (try 70% de Pequeños Pajaros not Vidriosobreviven to invierno) y ellos pudieron and precisely not enter las otras dos Casas y comida généralement Afuera but I put it no habia hecho por unos cuantos días, y que supongo on habiendose system if debilitado habia y de el IMPRESO Inside nosotros ¡Como Familia Donde más pudo elegy para die!

ESTO SI algo me Ensenada, the responsabilidades es que no symptoms or not you wrap with nada, SI No vas a ser responsable y Salir adelante: extraviado habia algo de miFormación psychologist Como, hasta que a lo que cerca de Mire el problem really was not situación. Eran ellos no Gorriones Busca and comida, que para buscar comida or Gorriones necesitaban keep alive, not the Formas todas Estos cuatro; ELLOS trabajo protegidos desde el nacimiento Estaban the ESE.

Lecciona Dos

(... Part Dos Y)

Bien, ellos empezaron a hacer y encima large UN Alrededor desorden de la Plataforma the Jardín y nuestro mismo en el jardin, las breakingHojas, and huecos Haciendo ellas, resbalándose and ellas, sobre ellas y dejando Manchas Blancas, y ahora trabajo para Tenia UN on ALLOWANCE really desorden-Estoy de habla los corpulentos Pájaros not necesaria de los Gorriones, talvez La mitad de los Veinte Eran Pájaros Gorriones, la otra mitad, Eran grandes Pájaros, Pájaros dominantes, however siempre por los muchos los Pocos estropeaban, la mayor es esto cierto, Que entre nosotros los Humanos también.

Bien, nueva Mind, notMalo was tan, I Dije, y sólo alimentándolos Seguia, SI fuera como Mana (comida o) cayendo of Heaven.

The month después hacer unos ESTO per diem, que lo que ellos esperaban continuara was intención mi-alimentándolos than original ahora todos las esperaban and mañanas por la Puerta de Vidrio, algunos esta Included Picot, Además, algunos empezaron a pelear Included por la comida, Los grandes a los Pequeños empujando and included cola de los Pequeños comiendose Gorriones,Torpes haciendolos and vuelo, a todos por la consecuentemente Deje unos cuantos días y alimentar de nuevo a los empece food Gorriones a hurtadillas, Lueger cuando los grandes Pájaros volvieron Deje a todos por alimentar la Semana enteritis (desafortunadamente, es cuando el gorrioncito murió) Sin embargo, todo esto me puso a thinking, ingratos Eran ellos que, cuando todo tenían the cake expensive, Eran ellos y para buscar comida a little arrogantes ociosos bonito sin saber que ellostenían. Tienen que ahora ellos ir a buscar comida y no pueden encontrar particular mind-Pájaros Los Grandes.

Todo esto hare thinking person A, ¿cierto?, Quiero decir, que Dios todos somos desagradecidos Todopoderoso al, es decir, no puedo soporte esta grosería continues, y de los Actitud Pájaros Arrogant, mucho menos mientras ellos para menean if alimentarlos ago Adelante frente a mi, Esperando que los Aliments, Todavia falta de respeto y muestran, no discipline, nolimites a grosero comportamiento about. And adición, Los grandes que tú más de lo Pájaros Sabiona decrees, has puesto a prueba los: Cuando los Espanto, treated the alimentar a los Pequeños, ellos los que Hacen if medianos y comida para ellos obtengan escabullan Tamano, y los Aliments Lueg Boca Boca's. Solo puedo decir, Dios Tiene UN Monton Paciencia, y espero que nunca Deje alimentarnos the El, or if the position Volvera humanidad, y que Dios nos a todos nosotros porque entonces Ayud-Somos mucho peor que ESO Pájaros. The han hecho que ellos me with jardin, no es nada comparada que hemos hecho with with Su Tierra.

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The Little Mexican Girl

I'm a Little Mexican Girl

I'm a little Mexican girl
Crawling through the scrub in the desert
Escaping from government agency injustice
The very injustice she looks for every day
When she opens her door as a Mexican child
she saw it coming that bad day, una dia mal!
each day can be a bad day in Texas
con los gringos con corazones frios
with the white men with frigid hearts
for little girls who have no money, no pretty dresses,
no shoes at all, no milk no breakfast
it leaves a hole
in the heart in the morning

in front of her Texas house the sun doesn't shine
and her father has no hope
he doesn't have a newspaper every day like the white man
he cannot read it anyway as he doesn't speak English
how can he find a job?
His smart little girl cannot read for him
in English and Spanish en ingles y espanol
as she hasn't started school yet

en in el the morning manana en frente de su casa house
en Texas en Tejas
la sol no brilla
the sun doesn't shine
y su padre no tiene esperanza
her father doesn't have hope
no tienen el periodico cada dia como los blancos
he doesn't have a newspaper each day like the white man
no puede leer en ingles tambien como los otros hombres
he can't read in English either like the other men
?como trabajo el?
How can he go to work?
la nina no puede leerlo por el, porque
his daughter can't read it for him because
no esta en la escuela por/para las lecciones
en la lengua de los estados de America

A screaming male voice emerges
from an Army helicopter over my head
it is a father yelling "I AM YOUR FATHER!!"
she recognizes the voice but does not
know the man screaming at her
and hides further behind a dry Texas
tumbleweed with sharp stickers
Pulling her too-small dress down to cover up
her own privacy privacia
she knows her privacy is her own
she thinks what she is too terrified to say--

LA TENGO!! Quiero mi cuerpo que es celeste. Yo soy confidente que TENGO mas que el gringo hombre, porque mi cuerpo y alma es mia el todo es mio!) LA TENGO!!
Es Mia mio
it's mine, estupido stupid!!

As she crawls through the dirt she looks in terror
through the infrared search light pulsing
and spreading around her child's body
like red liquid liquida
like a wide mantle of fuschia fear
in the dark desert night
overtaking the small girl in the fast redness
encompassing her visual reality overtaking her
she lifts up her hands in a fervent child's prayer
to the Virgin Mother Mary Guadalupe
her patron saint and friend
on many desert dog day nights
in past sufferings suferados suferidos sufridos
sufridandosos como el pasado
pasados posasa posadas

The powerful man in the sky continues
To search the desert floor once her womb
exposing the small shivering child
now a small reptile a spotted lizard blending in
and crawling away
to destiny she worries this must be destiny
but it wasn't destiny it was just solamente the confrontation
the terrible argument with the white man el confrontacion con el gringo
with the white man
in the helicopter
that's all it was
era todo fue todo

el gringo menaced
amenazio fue amenazando era amenazando
the gringo menaced
in the dark satanic night
It was a groping ignorance a widespread perception
that forced her
to be a maid in her worst memories
of tortilla degradation as a young (un joven una jovena)
American girl with no stereotypes allowed
because it's against the law she knows it was
against the law to call her a maid
due to her race and reason not a brown raisin
she is never NUNCA a raisin at all
THE MAN EL HOMBRE continues torturing
CONTINUA TORTURANDO A ELLA her with his authority....

He ruins her life from the sky
and she knows it on the dirt

SU AUTORIDAD no es bueno isn't good
even though it is es verdad ahora es
que ella no es solamente una domestica SOLAMENTE!

no es SOLAMENTE!
Solamente!!! una domestica
no es una domestica todo.

Running every day to Juarez Mexico
to get away from that big lie that cold fear that big lie
la mentira no es la razon no es la verdadero!!no es verdad!!
es un mentira it's a lie
about her the little Mexican girl
la nina la estrellita bonita
succumbs, fainting, but people pick her up
Many hands lift her up from the ground where she had fainted in a quaking terror causing her young heart
to stop with a loss of blood sugar from fear
depleting the little girl
spiked it spike spike spiked

her heart siezes from terror
feeling like a raw crucifixion even though
she was so young and had not
breathed her last breath yet
feeling the prematurely stolen breath suck out of her mouth, the little Mexican Queztochoatl child is also a serpent king.

The little girl dies
she was a king inside herself (no less than a king ) but more than a queen. She is
a lizard not a maid and she sometimes
cleans hotel rooms for food - not a burrito
but a prayer with daily hope and vision now as a small Hispanic child in the U.S.

The crowd carries her across the border
where the Rio Grande is small
and contrite in the saguaro desert night
she is reborn as a little Mexican girl no one loves
but the big man in the sky wants
the native Indian girl she is he wants her pura
Pura pura pura graca graca grace
her brown-skinned beauty and sweet little legs
he wants to restrain her foot
tie it up just like all the rest
she thinks quietly to herself and the people
in the dark satanic night join in her prayers

That is what he wants! that is what he wants!
That is what the powerful man wants
Her booty
The rich man wants her booty
The little Mexican girl's beauty

Is he the devil they ask her?
I said no he is not the devil
but he is no friend of mine
he is a man (un hombre) who does not want me
to be free except every now and then
I breathe now but I will not breathe later
with every breath I take I look ahead in fear!con miedo!

He wants to jail me between his legs again
so I can never leave never leave leave leave
the powerful white man who is black inside
not like a black man but a different kind of black
but I am finally a beautiful woman now
although the child
is still a child la nina es una nina todavia
constantly todo el tiempo una cara nina
I always knew he would come to hurt me
one day soon and I waited until this day

Part of his arm is just I had been told
but the rest is dark and ugly they said it again to me
his teeth are black and angry
he is the occult the deep night he is Satan
they will help me, they said in the constituent assembly
if he approaches you in the dark lonely night
remember he is the Dark Night Satanic
not the Star of David or our Christmas Star
the small crowd warned the little Mexican girl
about the looming helicopter in the sky
that had just menaced her

He will find you little pinanita! No lo quiero!
I'm not a pinata, and he is not the occult!!
the little Mexican girl said! A visitor spoke -remember
the algorithm for the matrix
the red bandwidth
the buxom shortwave the Grundig-
the minimization realization of metaphors
Will recognize the oppressed child
it will be awhile before we can risk
the dark curtain again but we will help you-

Lining her water cups up like a gambler
on the southwestern bus depot counter
she felt anger just thinking about the theft
the little Mexican girl yells up to the bitter sky man
she yells to the doomsday pilot over her head
"GET A BETTER LIFE!!
!TENGA UN VIDA MAS BUENA!"
the violent flyer flew away with disappearing infrared
her product stolen
his waning light trailing behind him
the desert looked normal once more - like God
intended it to look - because he is gone
the crowd of people danced a jubilant
dance un jubilante baile celebrando la victori
a de la nina mexicana mixteca

her heart suddenly stopped pounding
stopped racing dangerously fast and became calm again
she realized she was safe again
Lifting her and breathing on her mouth, the people
regained her composure lifting her up to the
blue blue black night comforting sky
so she could become the leader she really is
she almost lost her place in the hierarchy
through a premature prematura death la muerte
but the people embraced the little Mexican girl
who is not ever a maid not a slave
but a king no less
y more than a queen
and held her up to the night sky cherished

While the powerful man didn't see the beauty
of her heritage, the little Mexican girl
doesn't care anymore about him
and laughs - ella sonrie, saying
FORGET THE MAN, THE GRINGO!!
!FORGET HIM!
!HASTA LUEGO YOU LOSER!!
!HASTA PRONTO!
!!GET A LIFE!!
!!VAYA CON DIOS!!
as the helicopter recedes into the distant stars

The little Mexican girl walks away in her favorite shoes
(en sus zapatos favoritos)
relieved she is still alive
walking toward her destined destina destiny
to eat four delicious tacos
para comer quatro tacos deliciosas
because she was not ever once a maid
in her life
in the rich man's room or his bed or bathroom
of the disgraced harem
no one is a domestic there are not words
for her fear in the night
!no more!! no more!! no more!
nunca mas! Nunca mas! Nunca mas!

No more! porque la hija mexicana no es
!!!UNA DOMESTICA!!!
She is a little star a yellow sun with strength and power

ES UN ESTRELLITA UN SOL AMARILLA CON FUERZA
UNA PRAYER UNA BEAUTY

ES UNA BELLEZA DEL REZO,
CADA DIA TODOS LAS DIAS

Almost the End - (Casi El Fin):

when it rains it pours,
las desgracias nunca vienen solas.

The little Mexican girl has hope and courage for the difficult decade she will have. She plans to grow up and fight racial heritage discrimination, as well as the men who fly helicopters in the desert sky over her head. Her conscience will continue to lead her to victory.

LA LUCHA CONTINUA!! THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES!!
!!LA LUCHA CONTINUA!!...

© 2009 Patricia McGurk Martin

Thanks To : C Sharp Language

Pajarito - Little Bird - A Short Story

English Version

Baby Pajarito

((Baby Bird) (Part one of two))

Two-yards from my glass door there is a garden of high and dense foliage, and the dirt is rich and dark, and there is a birdbath in the house garden and overhead a blue and tranquil sky-nearly everyday in the summer, it is like this

some of the plants grown two stories high, and we have two birdhouses (woops, now three) in the garden, and food available, and a variety of small birds fly to and fro-that is, in and out, and lounge about in this free and natural zone-more likened to a resort or Garden of Eden for the birds, within this city called Lima, a city of eight-million people, and five million cars, and smog galore, and a polluted river that runs through it center.

Ten years ago when I first moved into this house, I got the notion to plant a garden, and watch it grow! As a result, I've been digging and planting, and watering and hoeing in this garden close to ten-years now, and I'm aiming to dig another ten, if indeed I am still living here, and able to do it. I figured I would make the garden livable for birds, I felt it in my bones those long hot summer days in Lima. It made sense to me to start from scratch, and in those ten-years I must have put a ton or two of new dark and rich dirt into that little garden. I just kept plugging away at it as if one day something was going to happen, then in the summer of 2010, it did happen, I told my wife, we no longer need patience-the birds, sparrows in particular, had found a home, and they came one by one, and by the time the summer was nearly over, there were fifteen to twenty birds that came into the garden on a regular bases (four of them newly born sparrows born in my garden, and thus became imprinted, and expectant on me to feed them, and protect them, and so forth and so on), daily-the year prior to this they had also come, but not as plentiful, outwardly, some died off throughout the winter months, sparrows often do, they can't seem to tolerated such abrupt changes in whether, or cold weather per se.

Baby Pajarito, was born in my garden-he is the last of the four sparrows born here-or so I claim, looking over the top and through the leafage I discovered one day, Mother Pajarito, had built a nest and there were two small eggs from this brown house sparrow (this would be the third or forth sparrow born in our garden-there was two eggs so who came first is really a mystery-; but in 2009, two were born, and now in 2010, another two). I've always been a religious man, all my life I have, and I've always done the best I could, no matter how much I was unaware of God's little creatures, but for some reason, this garden, this nest and these four eggs seemed to be a church, I was proud to divide with God. And I watched the mother overnight with my flashlight sitting on those last two small eggs, the last two eggs of the four. As the little birds inside were growing into real life bird shapes. I just couldn't take my eyes off those eggs.

"Where'd you say those eggs were, Dennis?" asked Rosa my wife.

"Over there near the twisting staircase!" I said.

"You've taken a liking for them, Dennis?" she asked.

"I sure to God have," I said. "And that's a fact."

And so for a few weeks we watched the eggs, and one day, I was tickled to find the baby was born, and Rosa would call this one Baby Pajarito (Meaning: Baby Bird), but one egg did not crack, it would remain so for a little while longer, and a sparrow would be born, I think the infant bird from that egg must have fell out of the nest within the garden, the eggshell was cracked, and the baby bird missing-and the mother bird spent a lot of time in the leafage near the back of the garden; with that in mind, I assumed he is alive and well on planet earth, with the other twenty some birds that flock to this garden daily (not all sparrows either), and some sleep the night away within its undergrowth.

There was no back tail for the little sparrow (not yet anyhow), now named, Baby Pajarito, and he was a mischievous little sparrow to say the least, he tried to chase the other entire lot of sparrows out of his space, and out of their space, as if the whole garden was his domain (if indeed he was a he, and its very likely he is really a she). I think I got a lion for a boarder, I told my wife. Never mind, he was cute, and I continued to leave food out as I do usually everyday for all the birds, and that little bird's stomach fell to the lower part of its feet, almost dragging its belly. It was hard for him to fly, and the other birds got their share of food likewise, but I think Baby Pajarito got double their portion. But I didn't pay no heed to it, told my wife, "Don't give it no attention. Baby Pajarito don't mean no harm, just likes to eat like most Peruvians do, no limits."

It's a pity God can't make people more like sparrows I told myself, Baby Pajarito got the most friendly little walk, and started coming through those glass doors into my office, and under my table, on the rug and then would leave the same way s/he came in-unaware giants can do harm. He just kept on and on-and now looking at him, I told my wife one day-Baby Pajarito had come in the house and was flying around, I was in the bathroom, and when I came out he tried to make his escape, but went too far to the right, and hit the glass door which is the length of the whole living room, and I think he felt someone was teasing him, because he kept trying to go headfirst into that glass, as if it was going to give way to his mighty force.

"Well," I told myself, once seeing him helplessly trying to escape, before I got to him, "it might be God's fault that he didn't know when to stop and look about for the entrance, the same one he came through..." but just the same, when I got to Baby Pajarito, I pushed him gentle with my hand, to his behind, where his tail-wing was just starting to grow out-thin as paper, and out he went into the opened glass door, and into the garden area, after leaving a little pile of-you got it-muck, behind, evidently he was scared shitless, of the giant that tried to help him (let me also state there is only open sky to our garden so they are free to come and go as they please, and they often do flow over to the park across the street, a wild thing should not be caged I do believe; if you do, you simply kill it little by little, if indeed they have to way of devising suicide).

On another occasion, he flew into the house when I was trying to edit some short stories I had written, and flapped his wings next to my right ear, nearly touching it-wanting attention I suppose, and hurriedly flew back out through the entrance of the opened glass doors.

Poème of the:

The Fat Little Sparrow

He slides down a big leaf, as if on a sled

And, as if on a slippery slab of ice

In the warm, warm summer heat of the sun,

To a nearby branch-of some nearby foliage

In this Little House Garden we have

Here in Lima, Peru-: this little fat Sparrow

Who was born here not long ago?

With no feathers for a tail,

Who eats from morning to noon?

And chases all the other new born sparrows

Away, from the likes of his food, like a goon!

But he's learning I see, the ABC's of life,

The Ugly bird has invaded his niche,

And he's bigger than him, with a bigger

Beak and he eats more seeds, I see,

And that fat little sparrow is learning,

If only one thing, there are those we call

-bullies!

No: 2669 (4-9-2010)

Over in the garden today beside the house, Baby Pajarito was under a big leaf, and there was a big bug on top of the leaf, he must have seen his shadow, and Pajarito jumped an inch or so up, his wings a half turn over, his head hitting the leaf, exactly where the bug was-a good shot, and the bump, broke the balance of the bug, and the bug flew away-had to fly away he was bumped off the leaf for the most part-I reckon Baby Pajarito didn't take a liking for the bug, and I sat against the back of my chair in wonderment, I was comfortable there, and it was shady, and I wondered what was next in Baby Pajarito's life? And there he was eating out of the sack of bird seed I had left on a table, eating all the bird seed he could gobble up spitting out the peel of the seed in the process, he even found a way into the sack and the bird seed ended up all over the place. And I thought, "By gosh, and by gimmidy, he's one little monster."

We put this third birdhouse out on the table yesterday, even put food in it, it's getting a little cold in Lima now, and I see Baby Pajarito is testing it, he's walked into it a few times, finding out if it is indeed a comfortable and safe place to be. The reason I put it out there was because after leaving in the morning yesterday to do some work a long ways off from the house, which I seldom leave the house while writing a book, being gone for several hours, upon my return one of the four babies were lying dead by our glass doors. It was a very sad feeling. He came to the glass doors to die which of course he was familiar with, the night was too cold for him (about 70% of small birds never make it through the winters), and they just wouldn't go into the other two bird houses, and usually I put food out but hadn't for a few days, and I suppose his system weekend and having imprinted inside of him, us being family, where else would one chose to die!

If this has taught me anything, it has taught me, do not take responsibility-or get involved with anything, if you're not going to be responsible and pull through: I had misplaced some of my training as a psychologist, until I took a closer view at what was the real problem, not the situation. They were not hunting for food sparrows, or sparrows that needed to hunt for food to stay alive, not these four anyhow; they were sheltered from birth from that drudgery,

No: 608 (3-25-2010)

Dedicated to the Bird and the wife

Lesson Two

(...and part two)

Well, they started making a mess in and on and around the platform of the garden and in the garden and breaking the leaves, making holes in them, sliding down them, and leaving white marks on them, and now I had a job to clean their mess up-I am really talking about the bulky birds, not necessarily the sparrows, perhaps half the twenty birds were sparrows, the other half, larger birds, dominating birds; but the few always mess it up for the many, the majority-how true that is among us humans also.

Well again, it wasn't too bad, I told myself, and just kept on feeding them, as if it was manna (or food) falling from heaven.

After a few months of doing this daily, they expected me to continue to feed them-which was not my original intentions, now they were all waiting at the glass doors in the morning, some even pecking on it; in addition, some even started fighting over the food, the bigger ones pushing the little ones aside, and even eating the back feathers of the smaller birds, making them clumsy in flight; consequently I stopped feeding them all for a few days, started back up feeding the sparrows on the sly again, then I stopped for a whole week the larger birds came back (unfortunately, that is when the one little sparrow died). Nevertheless, it all made me think, how ungrateful they are. Now they have to go about searching for food and cannot find it-in particular the larger birds. In any case, they were getting a little more humbler as they had gotten quite lazy in searching for food, when it was at their feet, not knowing how nice they had it.

It all makes a person think-doesn't it, I mean, how ungrateful we all are to God Almighty, I mean, I can't take this ongoing rudeness, and arrogant attitude of the birds, much less feed them as they prance back and forth in front of me, expecting me to feed them, and yet show no respect, no discipline, no limits to their rude behavior. In addition, the big birds know more than you think they know I have tested them: when I shoo them away trying to feed the little ones, they get the medium size ones to sneak up and get the food for them, and mouth feed them thereafter. I can only say, God has a lot of patience, and I hope he never stops feeding us, or humanity will go steer crazy, and God help us all then-because we are much worse than those birds. What they have done to my garden, is nothing compared to what we have done to His earth.

Note: 4-12-2010

Spanish Version

El Bebé Pajarito

((Bebé Pajarito) (Parte uno de dos))

A metro y medio de mi mampara de vidrio hay un jardín con follaje alto y denso, la tierra es rica y oscura, y hay una fuentecita para pájaros en el jardín de la casa y arriba un cielo azul y tranquilo-casi todos los días en el verano, es así

algunas plantas crecen hasta dos pisos de alto, y tenemos dos casas para pájaros (uuuups, ahora tres) en el jardín, y comida disponible, y una variedad de pájaros pequeños vuelan de un lado a otro-esto es, van y vienen, y descansan alrededor de esta zona natural y libre-muy similar a un centro vacacional o un Jardín del Edén para pájaros, en esta ciudad llamada Lima, una ciudad de ocho millones de personas y cinco millones de carros, con smog en abundancia, y un río contaminado que corre a través de la ciudad.

Diez años atrás, cuando por primera vez me mudé a esta casa, tuve la idea de plantar un jardín, y ¡verlo crecer! Como consecuencia, he estado cavando y plantando, regando y azadonando en este jardín cerca de diez años ahora, y estoy esperando cavar otros diez años, si de verdad todavía estoy viviendo aquí, y soy capaz de hacerlo. Calculé que haría el jardín habitable para pájaros, sentía esto en mis huesos aquellos largos y calurosos días de verano en Lima. Tenía sentido para mí empezar de cero, y en esos diez años debí haber puesto algunas toneladas de tierra nueva, rica y oscura en el jardincito. Sólo me mantenía avanzando como si un día algo iba a pasar, luego en el verano del 2010, esto pasó; le dije a mi esposa, ya no necesitamos paciencia-los pájaros, los gorriones en particular, han encontrado una casa; y ellos venían uno por uno, y cuando el verano estaba por terminar, habían de quince a veinte pájaros que venían a nuestro jardín con regularidad (cuatro de los pequeños, nacieron en mi jardín, y así se adecuaron a esta área y esperaban que los alimentara, y protegiera, etc. etc.) diariamente-el año anterior a éste ellos habían venido también, pero no en abundancia ni abiertamente, algunos murieron durante los meses de invierno, los gorriones frecuentemente lo hacen, parece que ellos no pueden tolerar tales cambios bruscos de clima, o clima frío en sí.

El Bebé Pajarito había nacido en mi jardín-éste es el último de los cuatro gorriones que nacieron aquí-o eso alego; un día mirando encima del follaje descubrí que la Madre Pajarito había hecho un nido en el que habían dos huevos pequeños de este gorrión de casa (este sería el tercer o cuarto gorrión nacido en nuestro jardín-habían dos huevos, entonces quién fue primero realmente es un misterio-pero el 2009, ya habían nacido dos, y ahora en el 2010, otros dos). Siempre he sido un hombre religioso, toda mi vida lo fui, y siempre he hecho lo mejor que pude, no importa cuánto ignoraba sobre estas pequeñas criaturas de Dios, pero por alguna razón, este jardín, este nido y estos cuatro huevos parecían ser una iglesia, estaba orgulloso de compartir con Dios. Y miraba a la madre de la noche a la mañana, con mi linterna, sentada sobre esos dos últimos huevos, los dos últimos de cuatro. Mientras los pajaritos dentro estaban creciendo en formas de pájaros con vidas reales. Yo sólo no podía retirar mis ojos de aquellos huevos.

"¿Dónde dijiste que estaban esos huevos Dennis?", preguntó mi esposa Rosa.

"Allá cerca de la escalera de caracol", dije.

"¿Has tomado interés por ellos Dennis?", ella preguntó.

"Te aseguro que si", dije, "Y esto es real".

Y así por unas cuantas semanas miramos a los huevos, y un día, estuve estremecido de encontrar que el bebé había nacido, y Rosa lo llamaría el Bebé Pajarito (significando, la cría de pájaro), pero un huevo no se había roto, éste permanecería así por pocos días más, y un gorrión nacería, creo que el pájaro infante de ese huevo debió haberse caído del nido al jardín, la cáscara de huevo ahora estaba quebrada y el pajarito no estaba-y la mamá pajarito permanecía bastante tiempo en el follaje cerca de la parte trasera del jardín; con eso en mente, asumí que él estaba vivo y muy bien en el planeta tierra, con los otros veinte y tantos pájaros que volaban en este jardín diariamente (no todos eran gorriones tampoco), y algunos dormían en las noches dentro de la maleza.

El gorrioncito no tenía cola (no todavía de todas formas), ahora se llamaba, Bebé Pajarito, y él era un gorrioncito travieso por decir lo menos, él trataba de espantar al conjunto entero de los otros gorriones fuera de su espacio, y fuera de sus espacios, como si el jardín entero fuera de su dominio (si realmente él era él, o podría ser que realmente era ella). Creo que tenemos a un león por huésped, le dije a mi esposa. No importa, él era lindo, y yo continuaba dejando comida afuera como usualmente lo hacía todos los días para todos los pájaros, y el estómago de ese pajarito llegaba hasta sus patitas, casi arrastraba su barriga. Era difícil para él volar, y los otros pájaros tenían su porción de comida de igual manera, pero creo que el Bebé Pajarito tenía doble porción. Pero no le di importancia a esto, le dije a mi esposa, "no le prestes atención, el bebé pajarito no quiere hacer daño, sólo le gusta comer como la mayoría de peruanos lo hacen, sin límites".

Es una lástima que la gente no sea como los gorriones, me dije, el Bebé Pajarito tenía el más simpático caminar, y empezó a pasar a través de esa mampara de vidrio dentro de mi oficina, y debajo de mi mesa, encima de la alfombra y luego saldría de la misma forma en que entró-sin darse cuenta que los gigantes pueden causar daño. Él sólo continuaba y continuaba. Un día mirándolo a él, le dije a mi esposa: el Bebé Pajarito ha entrado en la casa y estaba volando alrededor, yo estaba en el baño, y cuando salí él trató de hacer su escape, pero se fue muy a la derecha, y golpeó la puerta de cristal que es el largo entero de la sala, y creo que él pensó que alguien le estaba bromeando, porque continuaba tratando de salir de cabeza contra ese vidrio, como si ésta iba a ceder el paso a su gran fuerza.

"Bien", me dije, una vez que lo vi a él tratando inútilmente de escapar, antes que llegara a él, "talvez es la culpa de Dios que él no supo cuándo detenerse y mirar por la salida, de la misma forma en que entró..." pero de todas maneras, cuando llegué donde el Bebé Pajarito, lo empujé suavemente con mi mano, por atrás, donde su cola justo estaba empezando a crecer-delgada como un papel, y afuera él fue a través de la puerta de vidrio abierta, y dentro del área del jardín, después de dejar un montón de-ya entendiste-estiércol, detrás; evidentemente él estaba muerto de miedo, del gigante que trató de ayudarlo (déjame explicar también que nuestro jardín es a cielo abierto, por eso ellos son libres de ir y venir cuando gusten, y ellos frecuentemente vuelan hacia el parque que está cruzando la calle; una cosa salvaje no debería ser enjaulada, yo creo; si lo haces, tú simplemente lo matas poco a poco, si de verdad ellos tienen una manera de suicidio concebido).

En otra ocasión, él voló dentro de la casa cuando yo estaba tratando de corregir algunos cuentos que estaba escribiendo, y batió sus alas cerca de mi oído derecho, casi tocándolo-queriendo atención supongo, y rápidamente voló de regreso a través de la entrada de las puertas de vidrio abiertas.

Poema del:

Gorrioncito Gordo

Él se desliza hacia abajo en una hoja grande, como si en un trineo

Y, como si en un bloque resbaloso de hielo

En el calor, en el calor del sol de verano,

A una rama cercana-o a algún follaje cercano

En este jardincito de la casa que tenemos

Aquí en Lima, Perú-: este gorrioncito gordo

Quien nació aquí no hace mucho

Sin plumas en la cola,

Quien come desde la mañana hasta el mediodía

Y espanta a todos los otros gorrioncitos recién nacidos

De su comida, ¡como un tonto!

Pero él está aprendiendo, veo, el ABC de la vida,

El pájaro feo ha invadido su hornacina,

Y éste es más grande que él, con un pico

Más grande y él come más semillas, veo,

Y ese gorrioncito gordo está aprendiendo,

Si hay algo, es que hay esos que llamamos

- ¡matones!

Hoy en del jardín, al lado de la casa, el Bebé Pajarito estaba bajo una hoja grande, y había un bicho grande encima de la hoja, él debió haber visto su sombra, saltó una pulgada o algo así, sus alas dieron media vuelta, su cabeza golpeó la hoja, exactamente donde el bicho estaba-era un buen tiro, y el golpe, hizo perder el equilibrio al bicho, y éste voló lejos-tuvo que volar lejos, él había sido arrojado de la hoja-calculo que al Bebé Pajarito no le gustó el bicho; y me recosté en el respaldar de mi asiento en asombro, estaba cómodo allí y me preguntaba qué sería lo siguiente en la vida del Bebé Pajarito. Y allí estaba él comiendo de la bolsa de alpiste que dejé sobre la mesa, comiendo toda la comida de pájaros que pudiera engullir escupiendo la cáscara de la semilla en el proceso, él incluso encontró una forma de entrar en la bolsa de alpiste y las semillas terminaron regadas por todas partes. Y pensé, "¡Cielos! él es un pequeño monstruo".

Ayer pusimos esta tercera casa de pájaro sobre la mesa, incluso pusimos comida dentro, Lima ahora se está volviendo un poco fría, y veo que el Bebé Pajarito está probándola, él ha entrado en ésta unas cuantas veces, encontrando que de verdad es un lugar cómodo y seguro para estar. La razón por la que puse esta casa afuera es de que ayer en la mañana dejé la casa por unas cuantas horas, casi nunca lo hago mientras escribo un libro, a mi regreso, uno de los cuatro bebés estaba tirado muerto por nuestra puerta de vidrio. Era un sentimiento muy triste. Él había venido a la puerta de vidrio con el que estaba familiarizado, para morir, la noche había sido muy fría para él (cerca del 70% de pájaros pequeños no sobreviven al invierno) y ellos precisamente no pudieron entrar en las otras dos casas, y generalmente pongo comida afuera pero no lo había hecho por unos cuantos días, y supongo que su sistema se había debilitado y habiéndose impreso dentro de él, nosotros como familia, ¡dónde más pudo elegir para morir!

Si esto me ha enseñado algo, es de que, no tomes responsabilidades, o no te involucres con nada, si no vas a ser responsable y salir adelante: Había extraviado algo de mi formación como psicólogo, hasta que miré de cerca a lo que realmente era el problema, no la situación. Ellos no eran gorriones en busca de comida, o gorriones que necesitaban buscar comida para mantenerse vivos, no estos cuatro de todas formas; ellos estaban protegidos desde el nacimiento de ese trabajo.

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Bien, ellos empezaron a hacer un gran desorden encima y alrededor de la plataforma de nuestro jardín y en el mismo jardín, rompiendo las hojas, haciendo huecos en ellas, resbalándose en ellas, y dejando manchas blancas sobre ellas, y ahora tenía un trabajo para limpiar su desorden-realmente estoy hablando de los pájaros corpulentos, no necesariamente de los gorriones, talvez la mitad de los veinte pájaros eran gorriones, la otra mitad, eran pájaros grandes, pájaros dominantes; pero los pocos siempre estropeaban por los muchos, la mayoría-qué cierto es esto entre nosotros los humanos también.

Bien, nuevamente, no era tan malo, me dije, y sólo seguía alimentándolos, como si fuera maná (o comida) cayendo del cielo.

Después de unos meses de hacer esto diariamente, ellos esperaban que continuara alimentándolos-lo que no era mi intención original, ahora todos esperaban en las mañanas por la puerta de vidrio, algunos incluso picoteando ésta; además, algunos incluso empezaron a pelear por la comida, los grandes empujando a los pequeños, e incluso comiéndose la cola de los pequeños gorriones, haciéndolos torpes en su vuelo, consecuentemente dejé de alimentar a todos por unos cuantos días y empecé de nuevo a alimentar a los gorriones a hurtadillas, luego cuando los pájaros grandes volvieron dejé de alimentar a todos por una semana entera (desafortunadamente, es cuando el gorrioncito murió) Sin embargo, todo esto me puso a pensar, qué ingratos eran ellos, cuando lo tenían todo a sus pies, ellos eran arrogantes y un poco ociosos para buscar comida sin saber qué bonito ellos tenían. Ahora ellos tienen que ir a buscar comida y no pueden encontrar-particularmente los pájaros grandes.

Todo esto hace pensar a una persona, ¿cierto?, quiero decir, qué desagradecidos somos todos al Dios Todopoderoso, es decir, no puedo soportar esta grosería continua, y actitud arrogante de los pájaros, mucho menos alimentarlos mientras ellos se menean de atrás para adelante frente a mi, esperando que los alimente, y todavía muestran falta de respeto, no disciplina, no límites a su comportamiento grosero. En adición, los pájaros grandes saben más de lo que tú crees, los he puesto a prueba: Cuando los espanto, tratando de alimentar a los pequeños, ellos hacen que los medianos de tamaño se escabullan y obtengan comida para ellos, y luego los alimenten de boca a boca. Sólo puedo decir, Dios tiene un montón de paciencia, y espero que Él nunca deje de alimentarnos, o la humanidad se volverá loca, y que Dios nos ayude a todos entonces-porque nosotros somos mucho peor que esos pájaros. Lo que ellos han hecho con mi jardín, no es nada comparado con lo que hemos hecho con Su Tierra.

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