The song of the Red Bird (English version)
(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)
He tells a story to the grandchildren, who are in bed:
The ghosts are over the mountains of ruins. The bird with red feathers arrives - feathers that once fell in China and to this day a song is sung about them.
- Red Bird, who knows the empyrean and throne of God, tell us how the city on the other side is.
"A million under siege." Soon, without food, fuel, and water.
A ghost woman cries, repeating:
- Three thousand years before Jesus! Three thousand years before Jesus! Already trading in this city! Ha-lam! Ha-lam!
The poisoned ghost hugs her.
The ghost without a head points to the tower from where it was wounded behind the fog:
"I realized we were going to die when I realized we had no drugs, intravenous fluids, antibiotics, pain medicines, suture sets, and doctors.
"We hear people in the tunnels of hell, only small units," says the woman pouring blood.
"Four months without food. Plunged into chaos, and the regime will remain in power - says the Bird.
The ghost without an eye asks:
"Is it true that those who spend the most on bombs also have people who are hungry?"
The Bird opens its wings:
"Yes. Many years ago, half a million people died from chemical weapons in the East. Now, with that excuse, the bombing began.
The headless ghost asks:
"Is all this a fear of fundamentalists?" They were trained in Persia. I remember when black gold was nationalized long ago in Persia and invading armies took over the country. Conservative religious rebelled. Hospitals on fire. Children killed in the streets. Bombing the city of the Silk Road is the first step.
"Silence," says the Red Bird.
A line of ghosts arrive from the city and the bird sings a sad song. None of them can hold back the tears.
Afonso Jr. Ferreira de Lima, 2016
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