Once upon a time there was a little blue-feathered bird
who dreamed of crossing a great stream,
he always tried,
but he never crossed it,
and every time he got wet.
He only rested
when the moon was looking at him.
He tried again,
But one day a storm stopped him,
Evening came,
and under the tree he waited,
Then be asleep,
when he awoke, a little bird with white feathers found,
That little bird tried,
but the water soaked it.
The blue bird approached and helped him with its wing.
They went through it
together they got wet
and that's how they fell in love,
together forever they remained, until, because of time, they separated.
A new bird was born from them that every night he listened to that story,
looking at the moon watching him,
and then he would fall asleep.
He dreamed every night
a bird that his own dream desired,
who always helped him,
who always listened to him,
who never left him,
who loved him.
One day a bird came along with a wing always resting on its shoulders.
Two souls with the same dream that bound them.
