
Ondeante, te vistes en el firmamento,
desafiante ante la brevedad del tiempo.
Serena te mueves entre la prisa del mundo,
lenta ante el sonido del indicador de giro, que apresura el paso.
Mágicamente atraes para admirarte,
sin importar la calle agitada de avisos que venden pistolas.
Desaparecen los transeúntes, semáforos y autos en fila.
A veces soy como usted,
ligera, danzando más allá de todo.
Símbolo de generaciones, propósitos unidos, multitud de historias.
Ancestros entre mares, vientos, tierras y estrellas
nos crearon para representar un origen.
Hemos sido estandarte, pasión y efervescencia.
Y aunque el tiempo desvanezca los colores de las venas,
dignas somos de enaltecer la fuerza,
de seguir izando los sueños,
alguna vez hilados de esperanza.
Sometimes a symbol reminds us of what endures;
of the dreams we keep raising, even when the wind changes.
“Waving”: a reflection on identity, resilience, and quiet strength.
Waving
Waving,
you dress yourself in the sky,
defiant against the fleeting days.
Serene, you move through the world’s haste,
unhurried by the ticking turn signal
that pushes everything forward.
You draw the eye, almost magically,
no matter the restless street,
its walls shouting ads that sell weapons.
Pedestrians, lights, and cars in line
disappear from sight.
At times, I feel like you:
weightless, dancing beyond it all,
a symbol of generations,
of purpose shared,
of countless untold stories.
Born of sea, of wind, of earth and stars,
we were made to carry origins within us.
We have been banners, passion, and flame.
And though time may pale
the colors running through our veins,
still we rise to honor strength,
to lift the dreams once spun,
delicately, from hope.


This piece lives in motion too — find its videos and reflections on my Instagram.
Beautifully written, but I feel far from free these days. To look upon the stars and stripes now is to remind me of what is being lost.
Melanie> I feel the same; freedom feels distant these days, it comes and goes…It is like a waving: it could be an awakening, a salute, or a goodbye for the loss of meaning or original purpose. Thank you for your hug/comment.