I was reading a book and, from looking at the paper so much, I began to feel the smell and the touch of wood. I kept reading and, as I turned the pages, I felt a wind on my face. I read more and my hands got soaked. And when I got to the last chapter I realized that in the texture of the book there was not only wood. There was the whole nature.
There was fire, water, air, metal… It took me hundreds of pages but I finally discovered it: those natural phenomena (wind, humidity…) and those chemical elements (oxygen, sulfur…) provided the words. They were the ones that gave flavor to the paragraphs and passages that took me through sweet moments and bitter moments.
I decided to read it again, but now, instead of looking at the meaning of the words, I looked for its essence and composition.
I then distinguished between words fine and words thick. To one side I put the fine (delicate, cultured, beautiful …) and to another, the thick (tacos, insults, rudeness …). I spread the tape measure over one and the other, put them on a scale, counted their letters and saw that there was no difference in volume between them. Does not weigh more dumbass (a foul voice) that ineffable (a voice with many fans among educated people). So the only thing I made clear is that to despise something, we call it Fat. I mean, we are a fat-phobic culture.
I thought of another way to measure them and found that there are words dense, deep, superficial … But since I had taken out the scale, I was raising them one by one, and what I did see is that some weigh very little. Are the words hollow and the words empty. And the surprising thing is that they were the majority. They were the voices of speaking for the sake of speaking that say nothing. The typical “how are you?” when you are not interested in how the other is or the “count on me” who then does not move a finger.
Perhaps that is why, and because of their weight, many of them are the words that the wind takes away. Those that are said and have less support than a balloon. Words ethereal, words volatile… Although very different are the words that give oxygen (When, for example, the surgeon comes out of the operating room and says that everything has gone well).
Then I went on to look at the chemical composition. I found words metallic and words of steel: they were voices so firm and solid that they are never carried away by the wind. Those who have words of steel they are people by word. Mexican Fidel Rueda explains it in a song:
For being a sincere man
My friends respect me (…)
My words are made of steel
This is how I was born on the planet
To others, the metal composition, rather than consistency, gives them heaviness. Let’s see who can handle a conversation full of words plumbing.
Although the opposite scenario does not look better. In front of the word leaden there is the word Florida (“Very chosen”, according to the RAE). But is that … flowery it is so rococo that even in its dictionary definition there is ornamental goo: “said of language or style: pleasant and profusely exorbitant with rhetorical finery.”
Among so many flowers I felt the dew of the morning. It was so abundant that words appeared around soaked of connotations. Some were even words that fell on wet paper. And everything would have ended up being a soup if the words had not suddenly emerged fiery of some lovers who spoke obscenities and the words incendiary of some ultra protesters who almost threw a container at our head.
The very cursed screamed words sharp and words sharp. They didn’t say a single word rasa. More than talking, they seemed to spit. And then a person arrived, who, calmly, blurted out words poisonous, words poisoned, words toxic: “To the liberals who criticize what we say about the menas to send one home.”
Were words hurtful to blame victims. They weren’t words sterile, which do not bear fruit. On the contrary: they feed fear and hatred. And the matter is so serious because racism, xenophobia and aporophobia are words greater (of great importance and great implications).
But they were words so acidic and so bitter that I ran those pages and I went in search of words … spicy (that’s what they called the words that referred to sex when sex was taboo) and words sweet. And so I was able to close the book and have a good taste in my mouth.