La | Clase De Griego

We translated love poems and realized we had never really spoken ours.

And that, perhaps, was the whole point.

María, the professor, had eyes the color of olive stones. "The verb eimi ," she would say, "means 'I am.' But in Greek, to be is not static. It is to exist, to breathe, to become." And so we became. We declined nouns like we were trying to organize chaos. We translated sentences about gods and wars while secretly translating our own loneliness, our own small victories. La clase de griego

We spent months hiding. But between alpha and omega, between the Iliad and our own small wars, we began to undress the silence. We translated love poems and realized we had

We learned to write "ἄνθρωπος" — human. To look at the word and see ourselves: imperfect, aspirated, longing. "The verb eimi ," she would say, "means 'I am