What if I were, indeed, a freak? Should you care?
Month: July 2004
I was supposedly going to bed, but then I found this… Check it out.
And I wonder… do they taste different from normal watermelons?
What would be a reason to buy one of these instead of a round one? Would it be that it’s easier to stack in the fridge?
It’s a completely different dimension, I tell you. I hope I don’t go nuts if I go there, overwhelmed by so much tomorrow today.
I was shown a fragment of a song in Spanish. It was supposed to be the most beautiful thing ever, something touching which should have moved my poor longing heart. However, I did not feel a thing. There was something about distance, too; not a single reaction from my soul. Why don’t I like Spanish as much as I like other languages? I was taught to speak this language since I was born. However, I can’t think of any elements that make it beautiful when I hear it, the way I do with English (it’s always flowing, like wind and water), French (it’s like whispering aloud), Japanese (there is always a sense of tenderness in it), or even Chinese, which I don’t speak yet (it feels like singing all the time).
Spanish is, to me, a neutral yet malleable language. One to play with, like a toy, like building blocks. Acrónimos proves it. There is a lot I think I can do with Spanish, but nothing makes it sound special to me. Maybe funny, maybe clever, but not beautiful. Perhaps that’s why I don’t really appreciate that which is originally written in Spanish. If it’s correctly written, if it follows every rule, it’s fine with me.
Okay, I’m lying. Spanish is a language with an extremely broad vocabulary. The amount of funny expressions one can find in my native language is immense. I used to write a lot of stories in Spanish, looking for the right words just as a kid would look for the right piece of Lego to complete his monster truck. A person who speaks Spanish correctly is such a treasure for me… a delight to hear… but I feel no music in it. And all the lyrics from all those songs which melt people’s hearts… I feel them so hollow… so cliché…
I need some sleep now. I’ll keep thinking about this issue, for I don’t hate all music in Spanish. Just… most of it.
J’ai peur de la langue française.
J’ai peur de la langue française.
J’ai peur de la langue française.
J’ai peur de la langue française.
J’ai peur de la langue française.
J’ai peur de la langue française.