What are words? They’re more than simple strokes scribbled on paper or sounds that come out of our throats, that dispersed in space help us communicate; on certain occasions, words are something else:
In those moments, already stripped of their superfluous clothes and curled up in our weakness, called by some feelings and by the most daring art, they stop being simple strokes on a blank paper or intertwining letters; they tear the emotions away from our soul. Reflecting through tears and smiles our innermost, our most genuine being, giving us of a bit of humanity.
Only when our voice becomes brittle, a bunch of panting sounds that frantically try to express the most human and profound of our being, only then are words no longer mere letters; they’re poetry, they’re magic that makes our skin crawl and overwhelms our soul, transforming us for eternity.
“Only if words are endowed with feeling, we will be human beings and not mere entities lost in time.”