It was a beautiful bird, jet color.
Its wings were one of the largest, and undoubtedly the most beautiful.
Each beat, every time he took off his legs from the ground
He seemed to dance with the clouds.
Its feathers looked like silver, when shining with sunlight.
you just want to see her fly.
A day like any other, It looked loose, like a leaf about to fall.
He did not seem to dance anymore.
You could barely notice that it was flying.
He began to stop dreaming, it began to stop shining.
Only sometimes, you saw a sad glint on the edge of his eyes.
I was still beautiful.
Behind some silver bars, there was a being who did not stop looking.
Little by little it was getting his attention,
Little by little, he fell in love with her.
In that lonely world, he could not leave.
Well, I was sick.
She dreamed of being in that comfortable place.
Together with him.
They did not stop meeting, without touching.
Just talking could be wonderful.
His love was stronger than that of silver.
She felt increasingly sad, weaker, more sore.
Simply more sick.
I was not flying so high anymore, I no longer danced with the clouds.
One day only fell, he surrendered and it fell.
But he did not die.
Day after day, weak in an unknown place.
But live.
He felt better and better.
It did not hurt so much anymore, but it hurt a little.
They took her to a place, it was something familiar
but different
When I recover my sight, saw his love.
Was surprised, knowing that he was right.
They were together.
I pass the time.
And although they did not fly much, in your little world everything seemed perfect.
It was the normality that he promised, the one that she always dreamed of having
and that without asking was granted.
His love never died.
They felt safe.
There was no insecurity,
nor hunger,
nor fear.
Everything was easy in his little world,
so they had children
until I can not anymore.
Each creature,
I was very dear
and well taken care of in that world.
A day like any other, he stopped breathing.
She knew that could happen at any time, but I had hope
in which she was the first.
The universe could not please both.
She felt like before, like those days of darkness.
So she in her desolation, left his little world, without knowing how or where.
And he flew high,
as high as he could.
Ignoring all the physical pain.
When he could no longer,
he let himself drop,
And died.
History inspired by the largest living flying bird so far, the condor.
This bird has only one life partner. When one of them dies, the other flies up to the top and plummets causing his death.
This animal is only found in zoos, it is extinct in wild habitat
