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Aira (Female Air/She Air)
Today is daylight everywhere!
My foot dawned with a surrounding light.
Also my hair dawned,
hallelujah!
from such depth,
fragrant to the veins that listen to it
Airo (Male Air/He Air)
Airaaa!
Today is made of wheat . . . linen . .
.
it is . . . diurnal
Chorus
It confuses everything.
Today is daylight everywhere.
Salt and prophets know this already
Aira and Airo
Something I touched without seeing.
Something passed through my ear without touching.
Aira
Perhaps the wind of the Guardian.
He passes suddenly to found the dawn
more swiftly than Himself
Airo
That suits him as shadow
Aira
Think no more of the closed night
Airo
The day within the air hallelujah!
Aira
The Guardian will pass another day long
before
his own speed
and he will not remain hidden
Airo
Let us sing: thus it is and thus shall
it be
and we shall learn of his back in freedom,
where warm tensions gather,
and temperatures congeal,
to found the identity of the air;
his back on which the expanse begins.
Today is daylight and you possess, Aira,
a dress the color of your heart
Aira
Now that it is day play at being born,
pretend we were born small,
extend your arms to such clear presence,
and let us think about the first poplar;
then we will find it
opened and already foreseen
waiting for us
Chorus
For a long time they were waking up without
the knowledge
that day was upon the world;
they thought the day was as dreamed,
they thought that to awaken was to return;
that to go, was something without light, to be absent.
They thought morning meant return, that
it was existence,
or a return without rest
to viscera of love that are not felt
But one time, being thus, laying about
recalling clearness without being, neither lost nor found,
that which was never contained in the secret space,
nor commemorated in the senses,
suddenly, quieted and ignited,
all facing each other, both bones against bone,
throat against throat;
by organic steps,
by swells of wet and living entrails,
they entered the primeval roundness.
They gathered up their body, their external joy,
and walking on the foot of the dawn,
they ascended to all their lineages
and spoke the word without shadow;
the word that was in their immediacy
only to grasp it,
the word that was for all
and no one had found it:
morning
And everything fit in her, everything from
the body and air,
from color and wheat;
and everything that was neither of the
body nor of the air,
but of a third species without sound.
And suddenly they spoke the word knowing themselves to be the purest:
morning.
All was set in the world.
All was visible and deep on this morning
Airo
Let us depart for the threshold,
give me the hand with which you clamor to the wind
and play .
One, two,
Three!
The threshold fell from my eyes-blind child-
I remained with the gaze and memory of an island
that was where I am
and it watched itself in the mirror
Aira
It sailed in the mirror
Airo
Girl, let's play!
Let's draw the crystal that deceived me
this morning,
it was a crystal that fell from branch to branch growing,
without knowledge it was watched, to be made of uncertain crystal
falling from branch to branch
Aira
Let's play: my drawing begins in a snail.
The line beats the numbers of the sand in secret,
don't watch it!
A 2 [which] arrived to the pearls, replacing
them
with 2 different sizes from the sea;
2 from a seven we subtract in the shell:
they are five different candles
losing their leaves in the water
Airo
My captain!
Aira
Sir!
Airo
All aboard!
Chorus
Waves of mint attend the air,
they gather one after another,
they float by the cool noise of velamin;
they fight for each piece of sea foam.
Step by step they trace the detailed
darkness of the wave,
and the sailor loses his torso in the lightning
Aira
My captaaaiiinnn!
The snail's been broken
Airo
It was a small snail for such great waves.
The angels made mocked . . .
Aira
It is necessary to make a snail of nacre
that doesn't fall demolished;
lighter than the wind, as great as the water
Airo
I'm tired, it's late, let's draw ourselves tomorrow
Aira
I to you, apple dressed
Airo
How much is an angel multiplied by 4?
Aira
Let us review the multiples of the angel
Airo
Angel multiplied by 4 . . . is
governor of 3,
multiplied by its own
high and indivisible multiples,
raised to inexhaustible power . . .
Equal to a butterfly square.
Aira
Everything is singing upwards:
The spotted she-bird on her lemon-green
,
and the spotted he-bird on his little green branch
Airo
High, in the tall branch, the orange grows
Aira
The he-bird sees it
Airo
The day unravels filaments of dampened violins
Aira
The he-bird pecks them
Airo
Wild swallows on the ground begin to bear fruit
Aira
And the spotted she-bird swings on her branch
Airo
I went to the sea for oranges
a thing the sea doesn't have
Aira
To the sea that goes, coming
Airo
Give me your hand
Your little finger isn't my little finger
Aira
Your little finger escorts me.
I want it for sleeping,
and to go to the country of the grape
with a commanding baton;
a baton of a saffron
field marshall;
because your pinkie isn't my pinkie,
nor your eyes my eyes
Chorus
Sleep!
Aira
Nor is my suit the small suit that dresses you
Airo
You are a girl
Aira
The tree that's in the spring,
is it a she-tree, or is it a he-tree?
Chorus
Sleep!
Airo
Did you hear that?
Aira
The star in the tree's
highest branch is speaking.
It jumps from the spring to the branch
and says she came between several sirens,
that came to the world on vacation
But no one knows it . . .
Airo
Let's draw ourselves tomorrow
Aira
I will draw you apple.