Las
palabras son mañosas,
no están en
oferta,
escurridizas, lobas sin manada,
amagan, fluyen,
no tienen dueño,
ni rinden
pleitesía
a cetro
alguno,
honran sus raíces, lenguas,
al silencio
que las precede y nombra.
Amigas, siempre, rebeldes.
Rolando Gabrielli2026
Words
Words are tricksters.
They do not linger in the market.
They slip away—
lone she-wolves beneath the moon.
They gesture, they wander,
owing nothing,
bowing to no crown.
They remember their roots,
their ancient tongues,
the silence that breathes before them
and summons them forth.
Allies, always.
Untamed.
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