Palabras salvajes

 Only words written on paper can be burned, only words that were never spoken disappear, the word that was never said or read, but we never forget the ones we heard, nor the ones we said, much less the ones we wrote down and treasured. Wild words, those that we pronounce without finishing the sentence, without decorum or manipulation, that do not let themselves be caught even on paper… they flow without stopping, without letting themselves be caught, they take you so far that to turn back it is already too late. 

It's too late to think again about the idea I wanted to express, maybe save... the wild words taught me not to read manuals of lives that are not mine. To not let them influence me... erika