I love words.I love words in different languages.
It’s forms tell so many stories …
Sometimes I look there as if each word was a face.
The way they pronounce themselves hide loves, wars, and so many codes to decipher.
I love Arab hoarseness, the Iberian singing, and the Asian melody.
I try to reproduce, and my tongue blocked, as if it were learning to speak again for the first time.
I love people who write, just to enjoy the movement of drawing.
They smile, as they imagine what other people are going to think.
They sweat out of their hands, when the story they tell, comes out of their souls.
I crumble with the tales of life, and I wake up the body with stories of love.
One day I can lose my life, but in life I will never stop writing!