Hay cosas que no se tatúan con tinta
Some things are not tattooed with ink
tat·too | ta-ˈtü:
a mark, figure, design, or word intentionally fixed or placed on the skin
I don’t know where exactly I first saw that sentence. It was recently, as in the past year. I have scribbled it in many places since — notepads, atop pages, the inside of a book. Whenever it sparks my mind, I write it, and always rewards me. It would seem to be a sad endeavor, it even sounds sad, and perhaps that’s why it first attracted me, but on thinking of it a bit, just a bit, it does the opposite.