Coyote

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• Beautifully sing here
  the turquoise bird, the quetzal, the trogon:
  the macaw’s song presides, and
  all the jingling rattles and drums answer,
  with it I am glad -Aya!-
  my heart takes pleasure, my heart is happy,
  -Ohuaya Ohuaya!-

• Commune with Coyote

  Flowers are our only garments,
  only songs make our pain subside,
  diverse flowers on earth,
  do we live only here on earth?
  
  Perhaps my friends will be lost,
  my companions will vanish
  when I lie down in that place,
  in the place of song and of life-giving.
  
  Let your hearts know,
  oh princes, oh eagles and jaguars
  that we will not be friends forever,
  only for a moment here, then we go.

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