🌿🤎Words don't have the weight we give them, and they don't have to!
They can't hurt like swords… they don't have to.
They can't induce euphoria… they don't have to.
"Verba Volant"
and they fly precisely because they read
and as they fly they dissolve in the air ... over time
and they dissolve precisely because they are empty
daughters of the impetus of embryonic feelings of which we are all capable
feelings that are nourished and grow with the stimuli of temptations ...
anger ... resentment ... passions ... exaltation.
I am not hate and not love
are words, words alone!
They are the explosion of instinct through the lips,
that angry instinct that knocks when we are fragile
or the one steeped in intoxication that makes us feel omnipotent
…. and so the words explode and find a way out in the lips,
like lava from volcanoes
they burn
… But they don't have to.
Around us there are those who hear them because they are noisy,
who is happy and who is damned,
who makes his shield and who his sword,
your own medicine or your own wound.
I love you I hate you…
you are my life, my torment ...
you are my everything, my nothing ...
Words…
light words ... empty words ... lonely words
... isolated from the mind and heart
… Incandescent and noisy lava
that heats or burns
that makes you dream or lands
… But it must not.
How much power to words!
... words that the wind and time will inevitably carry away, to dissolve them who knows where!
I am not hate and not love
are words, words alone!
But if they dress in ink
then yes they can!
If written they gain weight,
and the wind won't make them fly far,
and time will not dissolve them ...
If written they acquire form, body, they materialize,
and become shields or swords
lifeline anchors or shipwreck islands ...
"Scripta Manent"
If written they remain
... they become sentences,
I am the birth of the heart,
the reflection of the soul.
And they remain because they are children of the slow and strong feeling of those feelings that,
innate in all, now they harbor only in whom
knows how to feed them with the stimuli of reflection and introspection ...
... tenderness ... forgiveness ... empathy ... understanding,
but also
... the judgment ... the coldness ... the detachment.
If only we could not get carried away by the impetus of words
and allowed himself to take them far away
you would give it a chance
to your heart to feel,
to one's mind to reflect,
is …
... to that unknown pen to write!🤎🍀🌼🌻🌺🌷🥀
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