Words are like wild animals, living in a garden étonnant.Au beginning of our lives, they frolic in peace in the semantic fields unknown, fascinating, like horses in meadows fresh alfalfa, and we will take many years for us to appropriate them. There are words and shimmering light as butterflies, strange words such as iguanas placid and yet disturbing watching without seeing the words so familiar they purr like old cats to our jaded ears.
There are words heavy, heavy as elephants, words like moths spinning subtle, words like elusive ephemeral burning flame, caressing the words as fawns, sharp words like sea urchins.
The finest feature of this fierce beasts languish, and does not leave easily tamed.
The tamers call the writers words. They catch with a lasso of crazy words like boats drunk, words Hard as nausea, strong words as anger. They assemble with consummate art and masterpieces are building their marriage subtle. Some will find
rare words and punaisent in boxes smelling of mothballs on which they write "obsolete", others are fishing new words such as genetically modified organisms, which are suspicious glances. The dictionary is the who's who of words.
Pretty words charmingly old fall from grace, while we make the gloating of others became suddenly taste the day. They're bragging, they are overused, they decide to disgust and then throws them.
Some have no voice, the guardians of the temple them back on the forecourt of neologisms, barbarians, idiots. A den of thieves and assorted badly dressed, stinking beast of a meeting and limping.
In this Tower of Babel, this jumble of creatures harmful or harmless, sometimes we forget that words can hurt, but one well-chosen word or uttered without thinking may issue a poison capable of destroying a confidence for long, sometimes for life. We all suffered from an unfortunate, or hurtful speech. Some words uttered throughout our childhood we have indelibly marked, or even destroyed by nous.Heureusement, others have enriched us, helped, and never built, they were spoken by our parents, our teachers where illustrious strangers met by chance ...
Yes, we must teach children to love words and playing with them, tame them, but also be wary of their power, and leave them wallowing in mud words unworthy or shameful.
And especially, especially, never use it as a weapon against weaker than oneself.
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