¿Qué pasa cuando
las palabras no salen?
When they
are entangled in three thousand ways
It seems
you cannot escape from them, you’re surrounded,
Lower your
speech, down on the ground!
Como un policía, atrapando al ladrón.
Uno no controla las palabras, solo se escapan
Buscan escabullirse en algún recoveco donde puedan resonar,
Donde no puedan ser atrapadas.
But there
are people who think they can control them.
There are
people who think they own every single word
They don’t.
They just think they own them,
Twist them,
curved them.
Words
always recover their original shape,
Their
original sound, their original meaning.