cross my heart, hope (not) to die, if I..

....
last post in February 2014... where did my words go?
Was I talking too much for two years and releasing them too fast?
(hmmm, no.. a million words a second is what I've been doing all my life...)
Did they run out, did they jump aside, did they hide?
I've eaten a lot of beautiful words instead. Now my head is full of them.
So I have to write it .. (that's just to make sure I will):
I'll pull my derelict words back together before two years of silence are complete.
"Magda recorta palabras de los diarios, palabras de todos los tamaños, y las guarda en cajas. En caja roja guarda las palabras furiosas. En caja verde, las palabras amantes. En caja azul, las neutrales. En caja amarilla, las tristes. Y en caja transparente guarda las palabras que tienen magia. 
A veces, ella abre las cajas y las pone boca abajo sobre la mesa, para que las palabras se mezclen como quieran. Entonces, las palabras le cuentan lo que ocurre y le anuncian lo que ocurrirá."
Eduardo Galeano in "Las palabras andantes"

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