Words...

Yesterday I was writing some lines about the preference I have of music amongst words. Because all what we need words can be better done with music.

Now, giving words another chance, I have to ampliate what I said. Words are like stimuli to develop our inner world, while music simply shows a part of a inner world that someone (the composer and/or the artists involved) owns.

Because we can develop our inner world from words - or we do so from the rythm they have to us?

Difficult to say.

In some way words carry images that music can not transport. Well any documented scientist would say that giving it a correct code, music could carry enough information to, with the decriptation of that code bringing us images, like computers do, but I was thinking about something more intrinsec to the human nature.

Yet words, when not on paper are concatenated sounds.

Sounds with a meaning.

If someone rejects this idea he or she has never ever listened to poetry. Or never's been able to understand even a part of it.

I don't know who is most fortunate, those who understand poetry and for doing so have a wide range of emotions associated to it and its understanding - or simply those who don't find sense to all that crap that poetry seems to be most of the times.

Neruda said: "Poetry comes to the souls that are bound to understand it". I don't know if it is really a good thing or not. It can sound quite as a curse, don't you thing?

Yes, it's fantastic the world poetry shows to us - but how deep can we fall into the sadness with what poetry evokes us?