Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Ahora contare hasta doce y tu te callas y me voy.

I love poetry. I love using someone else's language and soul to convey your own emotions. And it's big and it's scary and it's intimidating but you know what? Okay. Okay, this is fine. This is right. I love songs for the same reason, because I could send you a song and you would know, within a few lines, how I'm feeling. I fall back on using music and words-that-aren't-my-own to communicate because sometimes the world is so overwhelming that you can't verbalise how you feel. I know that sometimes I can't.

Por una vez sobre la tierra
no hablemos en ningun idioma,
por un segundo detengamonos,
no movamos tanto los brazos.

I also love the work of Pablo Neruda and I am such a cliché to do so. His words just... sing to me... and I want to use them to describe how I feel and how to... haha... oh, I don't even know what I'm saying.

This one time upon the earth,
let's not speak any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

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