Thursday, March 15, 2007

Words...

You can say anything you want, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...




---Pablo Neruda
born July 12 1904, Parral, Chile
died September 23 1973, Santiago
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1 comment:

A's Journey said...

"Words can be mean when they are not said with heart. Out of nowhere they can be shoot. But if words have no soul, and even if they shine like the sun... let them go with the last goodbye"

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