course I wrote at this time, how not? I always knew that my body needs to function type, to be recognized. No I do not write as I do not know not to breathe or eat or sleep. I can not choose just about, is a biological necessity.
Now, why decide to do so in this blog? Why is this page that for years housed what was? I have no clear answer. I could say that the colored paper clutter accumulated encourage my thoughts. Even the scorer with the cover of cups of tea is chock full of words written in different situations and to all possible directions, with different colors and many abbreviations and I know I've wanted to write to them. I could blame it on the melancholy longing. And so it might be possible that the unknown leaves unanswered.
But the truth is it's not my style. I mean, leaving unanswered questions is not something that characterizes me. Rather, do the opposite. Even if it hurts or costs. The truth first.
I think I returned to this page because this page know me. And you too, of course. It's amazing how a URL can contain both the story of a person who actually lives in a non-place where everything fits. But I do not want to return to the past (even that happy in that I loved and loved me.) I just want to be a witness. Testimony of myself and what happens in the outside so vast and wonderful. Build a bridge made of words to access the inhospitable, to what otherwise would not agree. Star turn with the infinity of the universe. And keep walking.
Nor is it to stop time and, although, to find the time to write and no matter the hardship academic and deliveries or sleep or obligations.
I changed the colors and background, just as he paints the walls of the room more comfortable for habitation. The image patches that surround my words is no accident: they remind me of this amount of writings, and inecabados imperfect, yet united.
I'll be back soon.
I invite you to look again at the window.
