The snake dreams of a lullaby without wings. The bird sings of a sky without fangs.
There is a song older than words. It lives in the low grass where the serpent listens and in the highest branch where the bird refuses to be silent. balada de serpientes y pajaros cantores
Listen closely. The ballad is already playing inside you. The snake dreams of a lullaby without wings
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Some come to constrict. Others come to free themselves through song.
Which one are you feeding today?
One coils around fear. The other escapes on a melody.