The best thing is when i have no words. I try to find them from tthe deep of my memmory. They fly over my brain and I can't. I force. I think. I stop. Where it is. I wanted to reffer anything with regard to sensations, but it's not that so, it's something beautiful but that's with regard to sensations. The strength is enormous, and my body forgets everything, I tremble, my fingers shake without my wish. And even now I can't.
I can't because what I really wanted to say with the words I didn't found perhaps were not more important than to find them.
At the moment in which I put myself disposed to find something that I forget, what i really forget is what i wanted to say. Because at one instant the words are more important than the sense, or the own message.
It's like all the people in the world wanted to say something, searching for the words to explain. But, it doesn't remain a drop of reality. There's only the image of what was said.
Walking by the streets, talking with friends, I don't retain myself in what is said.
What is said is banal. Unless that there are fewer word to see.
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