EL PÁJARO QUE NO ENTENDÍA A LOS HUMANOS
I was born of a family of three eggs, I did not know my father who was a brave bird, in human slang because as soon as my mother laid her eggs she left with another younger and feathered bird, but thanks to the incessant work of our mother who shared her time giving us warmth in the nest and looking for food we were never hungry or destitute birds. Humans call me azulejo perhaps because of the color of my plumage in which the color blue predominates, sometimes I wonder why the parrot is not called green or greenish or black crow, but if they call me azulejo, I do not dislike it but I would prefer another name.
Hoy me levante temprano como todo pájaro pensando en comer, dispuesto a trabajar duro para saciar mi hambre, porque definitivamente mi naturaleza es ser pájaro hambriento. Mi vuelo me llevo a los árboles del parque y vi a los hombres reunidos, me acerque sigilosamente y oí que estaban celebrando, lo hice porque siempre he sido curioso, pero me di cuenta que a mi lado estaba un arrendajo también observándolos, le pregunte que hacen lo humanos y me dijo que era un ritual para demostrar a otros humanos que quieren la tierra, le pregunte ¿Cómo hacen eso? y ¿Cuándo? que yo no recuerdo haberlos visto queriendo la tierra, de hecho vino a mi memoria cuando unos jóvenes humanos partieron las ramas del árbol y destruyeron nuestro antiguo nido, el arrendajo soltó un trino de pájaro sabio y conocedor del mundo y me respondió, no te preocupes en entender a los humanos sólo aléjate de ellos y como sé que eres un pájaro hambriento no te recomiendo que aceptes comida de ellos porque terminaras perdiendo tu libertad, pasando trabajo en una jaula y probablemente tan triste que no vas a volver a cantar, cuando le iba a hacer otra pregunta alzo su vuelo y yo me quede allí pensando en lo raros que son los humanos.
Today I woke up early like every bird thinking about eating, willing to work hard to satisfy my hunger, because it is definitely my nature to be a hungry bird. My flight took me to the trees of the park and I saw the men gathered, I crept closer and heard that they were celebrating, I did it because I have always been curious, but I realized that next to me was a jay also watching them, I asked him what the humans do and he told me that it was a ritual to show other humans that they want the land, I asked him how they do that and when? I asked him how they do that and when? I don't remember seeing them wanting the land, in fact it came to my memory when some young humans broke the branches of the tree and destroyed our old nest, the jay let out a trill of a wise and knowledgeable bird of the world and answered me, don't worry about understanding humans just stay away from them and as I know you are a hungry bird I don't recommend you to accept food from them because you will end up losing your freedom, spending work in a cage and probably so sad that you will never sing again, when I was going to ask him another question he flew away and I stayed there thinking about how weird humans are.
Traducción realizada a través de https://www.deepl.com/es/translator. / Translation made through https://www.deepl.com/es/translator.
Gracias @mogollono1862 por deleitarnos con tan bello escrito.
Me gustó mucho la manera de narrar la experiencia entre los humanos y las aves. Suerte!
Gracia a ti Katleya por tu tiempo y tu motivante mensaje.
Muy creativo, saludos.
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