Reflection poem by Martin Garello, to understand what words really are and how they can help us beyond being a means of communication with others and oneself.
A reflection on and from words, ironically.
I have judged the words until I realized that the words do not say.
They are not even footprints, because they even evaporate when linked to each other, and are no longer words, but are bridges or chained links that have been built to cross some abyss or a simple puddle that seems gigantic to us. Words are simply emancipations.
What the words have put together cannot be repeated even with the same words that the writing has been elaborated.
Because the content has not been said, he has freed himself from himself through symbols and words and it is there that the essence finds a way to really manifest itself.
When the verse begins to silence our voice that reads it,
when the verse disappears in the white light of a sheet that can now scream.