Poeta: Lara Millapan
Traducción por: Leonora Sheill
Swallow, warrior
You weren’t dreaming, swallow, this morning You did not dream
That you were going to meet the mist
You didn’t rush the flight, swallow, you did not carry on.
It was a day of wind and rain When your nest could not be seen
With the strength of this song, I accompany you, swallow
Keep flying, Look to the sky Full of stars
Justice, has a soul, swallow. Swallow,
untiring warrior, flowers and life belong to you.
“Swallow in the mist of dawn, Pumphouse Point, Lake St Clair”
