IN OTHER AIRS, Rocío del Pilar Flores Adrianzen

If I’m like you and you’re like me

Why can’t my wings fly over your land?

Why are my hunger and thirst judged when they just need to be quenched

and I try to quench them through my efforts?

Why does my look offend and why is my song an insult to your ears?

I’m just a wounded eagle

who had to leave his nest to avoid dying in a hail of bullets

and with each flap of my wings  I fight day by day to survive in the open, impartial sky

Don’t get angry if I try to cross your mountains,

breathe in the scent of the flowers of your fields

or perch by your side in the raw, ravenous winter.

Do not answer my pleas with contempt.

Every night I dream of my people,

and my dreams are a delirium sprinkled with memories.

Every day comes new hope to return to where I come from

I only ask you for some time

a coat

some water

and maybe, if you like, at some point,

to get to know each other.

The webdoc is financed by the programme Horizon 2020,
RAISD – Reshaping Attention and Inclusion Strategies for Distinctively vulnerable people among the forcibly displaced 

 This project has received funding from the European Union’s Horizon 2020 research and innovation programme under grant agreement No 822688.