I understand you without translation...our pa**ion for the other is a different language that transpires a difference even though there is a likeness of a difference...the language is a spiritual a**et of hearts...souls...I never thought before of a barrier in people...smiles are the same...warmth is all heated and cold is...cold...but flesh speaks alone by touch...feeling...hearts speak by knowing and sensing, warmth and familiar fuzziness. Eyes speak with a knowledge that even minds can't comprehend today...they search souls and find paths...and they realize before the brain that the heart speaks...no language barrier here...no wars can ever change the transpiration of love in a pair of eyes that reach out for souls...history is full of volumes of testaments to same...even a soft brush by a spirit on the sidewalk will freeze a smile and cause the heart to walk that same path again and again to search for that special language that isn't "spoken" and for that brush that grabs the soul of the stranger. Its intrigue...the soul can feel what the mind cannot vision...and it speaks.
We need no words, though they are there...if you were in Grand Central Station...It would find you...its the tender smile that sets a porcelain face apart in a crowd...a memory unshaken...spoken in silence...frozen in time and searched for the lifetime.
I think you understand...nay!! I'm sure you do.
The heart, soul or spirit doesn't need an interpreter...the words aren't what forms the bond.