The words

There is some much to write but all those thoughts that we want to write sometimes need to be free and not in the prison of paper. Sometimes we want to scream and talk yet we can't find the words. The words need to be in the world of imagination where there are not symbols to handcuff, where they are more than words, where they have legs and arms and beautiful eyes.
However, we need to hunt the words down. They reproduce to fast and there are not enough of us to have a good proportion of words and hominids. We fed of words, we use them, we abuse them. Soon those words will protest against us. Soon we will be the servants of the words. But until then, less keep hunting down those butterflies, aliens, giraffes, cocos, lombrices.