Palpitations | Palpitaciones. Poema [Eng/Esp]

Your palpitations have wings,
with those that reach everywhere,
and more than anything up to me,
echoing in my chest,
They incinerate everything in their path,
they produce rout flights,
of birds flying through the air like omens,
your palpitations are locusts,
that devour everything,
especially the flowers of the roads,
They are generous and splendid,
with the dispossessed of the land,
They give hunches without distinction,
your palpitations are the most powerful,
They cure the bitterness,
nothing can stop them,
They open the roads with their frenetic advance,
There is no force on earth that can stop them,
until exhausted and blind,
They drown in the sea.