A palavra, com seu imensurável poder, não consegue, em sua totalidade, transmitir aqueles sentimentos mais recônditos da alma, porém, mesmo assim, ainda é com aquela que exorcizo os meus sentimentos mais danosos à esta. Trabalhar a palavra me permite o exercício de me olhar, pois nela me externo e para fazê-lo devo ter o cuidado de me buscar antes de me expor, e nem sempre o que me encontro me parece, ou o é realmente, bom e/ou bonito. Porém, beleza mesmo é tão relativa, como tudo na vida, aliás... Enquanto divago em meio a tantas considerações verbo-sentimento, percebo que a medida exata para os sentido e efeito da palavra é o contexto. E isso agiganta a importância e poder da mesma pois, o verbo tem o desafio de ser preciso, exato, ao contexto. Isto me faz cônscia da minha pequenez diante da palavra e, sentir-me desta forma me faz buscar o meio de ao menos tentar chegar ao mínimo que a mesma permite: O senso comum da superfície verbal.
The word, with its immeasurable power, doesn't get as a whole, to communicate those deaper feelings inside the soul, however, even so, it is with the former that I exorcise my more damageable feelings to the latter. To laborate the word permit me to exercise the serching for myself before my exposition, and no frequently what I find me seems, or it is indeed, good or/and beautiful. But, beauty in fact is non absolute, as everything in life, otherwise... While I ramble, among so many considerations verb-feelings, I notice that the exact measure to the sense and effect of the word is the context. And it becomes the word power and its importance enormous, because the verb has the challenge of being precise, accurate to the context. It makes me conscious about my smallness in front of the word, and to feel like so makes me to look for a way in which I get be succed for reaching the minimum permited by it: the commom sense of verbal surface
The word, with its immeasurable power, doesn't get as a whole, to communicate those deaper feelings inside the soul, however, even so, it is with the former that I exorcise my more damageable feelings to the latter. To laborate the word permit me to exercise the serching for myself before my exposition, and no frequently what I find me seems, or it is indeed, good or/and beautiful. But, beauty in fact is non absolute, as everything in life, otherwise... While I ramble, among so many considerations verb-feelings, I notice that the exact measure to the sense and effect of the word is the context. And it becomes the word power and its importance enormous, because the verb has the challenge of being precise, accurate to the context. It makes me conscious about my smallness in front of the word, and to feel like so makes me to look for a way in which I get be succed for reaching the minimum permited by it: the commom sense of verbal surface
