Finjo que estoy hablando español …

I pretend I’m speaking Spanish. I use the words.
I combine the words in ways that are my own.
If you get my drift we imagine we’re communicating.
This is similar, but more obvious, to how we speak
the language we grew up with. We use words
in ways we’ve shared so long we think they’re laws,
but when talk gets important we invent
our own interpretation of the sounds
we make and we suppress. What we call languages
are but the shadows of the things we feel.

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