Beautiful Madness
“Words are never enough when what needs to be said overflows the soul.
I think we all have a bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us going when everything around is so insanely sane.
Even the unexpected ends in habit when you have learned to undoubtedly endure.
Insignificant gifts like a kiss at an unexpected moment or a written piece of paper in a hurry. They may be worth more than a gem.
My evil way of understanding the world helped me laugh softly.
Why not accept what was happening without trying to explain it, without laying down notions of order and disorder?
The explanation is a well-dressed mistake.
What I like about your body is sex. What I like about your sex is your mouth. What I like about your mouth is your tongue. What I like about your language is the word.
But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.
Nothing is lost if you have the courage to proclaim that everything is already lost and you have to start over.
Probably, of all our feelings, the only one that is not truly ours is hope. Hope belongs to life, it is life itself defending itself.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves…”
-Julio Cortázar