Culture. Eat it
28 March 2017
Words is what my life is made of.
What I mean is that in a world without words I’d probably be unemployed or I wouldn’t eat neither. However is not that simple, I really don’t know why, telling a story about words.
It would be like asking a baker to make flour by flour, or a tailor to sew a thread with a thread.
Oh my god, today I really do not have a knack in making metaphores.
So here I am: I do know how to start or what to say
and probably I just feel like who’s really in love and when they ask them why they can’t answer.
Words: what is their meaning in my life, how my life would be without them and what I know about them. The very first thing which passes my mind is a pen moving while a doctor’s speaking “Valentina De Simone, aged 7, right part of her brain is more active the other, yes. As you can see here and here. Repeat the exam and hide her from coffe and maths”.
Valentina De Simone, aged 26, sometimes is a moka of coffee that I drink in the morning, I’ve been attending Literature, I didn’t repeat any exam.
I’m a copywriter.
That means I spend 8 hours a day trying to cruise peacefully in the word’s storm playing in my mind.
For a reason I really don’t know yet I must write down on paper everythinG and when I have to write something I really don’t like, something which is not stimulating for example, I listen to embarassing edm music.
One of my favourites hobbies is thinking so is not that difficult for me to imagine a life without words.
In a life without words I’d probably write no love letters
those ones where i put down in words my regret or my pain.
n a life without words I’d probably lose less time on synonims, or in oximores neither.
I’d fall in love with Mr Right? Hard to say.
But maybe I wouldn’t be amazed by the charme of difficult adjectives.
And I would not escape from them, running to superficial conversations made by emoticons.
After all I have to admit that livin a life without words I wouldn’t be that lucky with men, if you know what I mean.
In a life without words I wouldn’t have been accused.
In a life without words I would probalby have had less troubles.
I know I’d be more active, a better girl.
And finally here’s what else I know about words:
I know that a life without words wouldn’t be life for me.
I know that I love my solitude and I wantr her causeI know that I’m not that lonley if there are words with me, and they’re very jealous.
I know that I have to spend some time on words.
Because I ought and I need to.
I know that I’d be happier, more concentrate, more relaxed.
I’d be more sporty.
But I wouldn’t have a purpose in life.
At the end sometimes I feel like if the price to have a kiss from someone I’ve lost would be all of the words in the world I’d pay.
Because the very last thing I know about them is that they could be useless, sometimes.
And that’s why I love them that much.
Community Manager with a passion for sociology, I've lived for six years between Padua and Milan. Once I wrote an odd theory on Mathematics, on a Mathematics task. I took zero and the professor told me that I had to find an outlet for my too much imagination, if I wanted to live in the real world. I bought a notepad and began to write to him everything that was going through my head, so love for writing was born, love for expression.