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Learning to speak ~By Natalia Martinez-Kalinina

Palabras Con Alas
Mar 1
1 min read

 

Night, swollen with wind, hinchada, 

sky sliced open, 

blue pouring out of darkness, secretoso, 

stars, like salt on a blanket, 

crystal broken on velvet,

 —a tiny yes, nodding when you’ve already decided. 

Slices,

carvings, 

rebanadas, 

casi tajadas, 

abras, casi abrazos,

quiebros, 

—a big yes,

good news, 

unabashed screaming in a parked car. 


©2026. Natalia Martinez-Kalinina for Palabras con Alas. All rights reserved.

 
 
 

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