Cuando el
viento pasa,
como si
fuera una señal
y es su
huella,
lee este poema,
como si
hablaras
conmigo,
desde la
profundidad
de la
palabra.
Es lo que
nos queda.
Rolando Gabrielli2025
When the Wind Passes
When the wind passes by,
as if it were a sign,
and its trace remains,
read this poem,
as if you were speaking
with me,
from within the depth
of the word.
It is what remains to us.

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