to marginalia

i am writing this for you now. as you might notice there arent many articles in english here. but this one, this one is for you. not necessarily because of the subject i might find myself choosing, but simply because i have already chosen this path, this quite but no so simple way to reach your mind. words are just words, we both know that all too well, but that cannot deny the fact that they sound like more than words. because of that, i love them, and because of that they are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen, tasted, smelled, touched, felt, witnessed, hit, enjoyed, heard, or simply read or wrote. and i have outnumbered the list of sensations in relation to words because i am one who does indeed believe that words can and will, if you allow them to, do that for your senses. the story you would read in this blog is written in a language you cannot understand which is quite a pun if you think that these are just the same words, again, and they speak of the same sensations all too familiar to very many of us. yet there is a key combination, i cant deny that, a certain blend that does more than ordinary sentences manage to do. sometimes i can do it. it is true that this is the furthest i myself will go into my mind. and this is also the biggest secret i could ever unveil. it is all in my words, like an unbearable truth and it stains every corner of this page with a pride and dignity that i dont recognize. it is here even when i play or lie. and i so wish you could read it for me.