words
words have no eyes or legs,
not have mouths or arms,
have
viscera and often no heart,
or have very little.
you can not ask the words
to smoke
but can make you more pleasant
wine.
and certainly you can not force the words
to do something you do not wish to do
.
you can not overload.
and you can not wake them up
when they decide to stay.
sometimes
words will treat you well,
depending on what you ask
to do.
other times,
treat you bad,
whatever you ask him to do
.
the words go in and out.
sometimes touches you
to wait long.
sometimes do not return
back.
(...)
words are not
for all.
and for the majority,
There are only
for long.
words are one of the greatest miracles
to
world
can illuminate or destroy
minds,
nations
cultures.
the words are beautiful
and dangerous.
(...)
(Charles Bukowski, the song of fools)
