imperialists ruin everything

an understatement, of course... but this is so yuck! a tiny spy drone in the form of a fake hummingbird...

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so, in honor of the chuparosas de verdad, and the anti-imperialists everywhere, here are some sweet lines from neruda’s oda al picaflor:

oh
mínimo
relámpago
viviente,
cuando se
sostiene
en el aire
tu
estructura
de polen,
pluma
o brasa,
te pregunto,
¿qué cosa eres,
en dónde
te originas?




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and silvio’s version of colibrí y la flor. he explains in the introduction that this is the song his mother would sing as a lullaby, and he believes this is the song from which all his other songs come...




and for good measure here also is duo guardabarranco's colibrí...




¡a la chingada with mechanical counter-insurgency animals of any kind!