For those who wonder:
if I write,
how do I write?,
when do I write?
I answer:
Yes, I always write.
I have not stopped writing.
Sometimes I write in the air.
Sometimes I say that ... no more.
I write staring at the ceiling (yet). (The roof is low).
Sometimes I repeat the writing of the monologue.
Alone, carrying my diary, without readings.
I whisper to my Javi the ideas and writings.
Very close to his ear. It causes him tickle. Desires.
Let's blame the exile. (Pretext).
To the absence of the days I got used to.
To the crazy days and the non-stop life. (Without lunch).
Currently: waiting to assemble the pieces I like the most:
(the personal act of writing).
Waiting for the right time.
– right for what? – ask others.
Yes, I'm writing.
I write ideas and ideas that one day will make a book
or two and more.
I know, we know. Wait for me and do not forget it!
Mientras,
un beso,
Elvira
