KISS/ WEEK #167: Feeding the bird that I am...


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Feeding the bird that I am

Once, when I was a child, they had a costume party at my school. At home there was no money to buy a costume and no money to buy cloth to make a costume. But my grandmother, who took care of me and my sisters, managed to put two pieces of cloth behind my back and told me that those were wings, that if anyone asked me what I was, to tell them I was a bird and if they didn't think you were a bird, sing.


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Metaphorically speaking, I have always had wings and more than making a nest, my home is the tree, the air, the branch. I was not born to live in a cage, and cages do not always have iron bars and are locked with keys. Some cages are invisible and beautifully decorated so that they become your comfort zone and you never leave.


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The ego is a big cage, the need to have is a cage, some relationships can be a cage (also some thoughts), the things we accumulate (feelings, objects) can become prisons without realizing it. That is why, more than anything else in the world, I have defended the possibility of flying, fleeing from those many cages that today's society builds for us.


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If birds are differentiated by their song, men are differentiated by their words, by what comes out of their chest. And just like the bird that sings and makes the listener happy, I try to make my words nourishment, a reason for joy, reflection, harmony. The word, for me, written or spoken, has a great and perhaps, ironically, small objective and that is to express what I am, what I feel, what I think. The fragile force of the word, more than rumbling the world, should seek to be light: to illuminate the shadows.


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The bird does not carry heavy burdens that interfere with its flight, in every branch it can make a nest, when bad weather comes it migrates far away, it eats frugally, without waste, without excess. The bird sings, even if the branch creaks, says the poem, because its confidence is in its wings and even if the world is deaf, wherever it goes, it carries its song. And returning to the anecdote at the beginning, I think that more than being a bird, the idea is to believe it and act accordingly so that there are no doubts.

The images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl


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Thank you for reading and commenting. Until a future reading, friends



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When I saw the lead image I thought you were going to say that because you are a teacher you are as wise as an owl!
I like the bird analogy and I don't like cages, or come to think of it, labels.
I am like you and not meant to be in a cage! A free hug Nancy :)

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I want to believe that no one likes to live in a cage or with labels. Only those of us who are free want freedom for others. A hug with wings, Ed!🫂

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I love those wings! Spread them wide and far Nancy! Enjoy tomorrow and here is an Independence hug 🤗

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