The thing is, as a writer, for a brief, flying moment, I own the words and I work them, combine them, stretch them into infinity, making sentences interflow each other, without stoping, without putting an end to their posibilities, without limitation, and just write. And write, and write, and write untill my soul is drain off. A rest, a new fountain of imagination… and start all over again.
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