Life is a journey.
If I describe my days,
If I fill pages with it…
It’s because I know
of no return.
Morning violence
‘You're nothing but a coward’, I hear myself saying. A stillborn thing, hidden, all alone, curled up inside. I laugh when I talk about things that don't interest me (…)
#15 - The resignation
Three months passed, and I didn't write a single line (not one worth publishing, at least). I came home empty-handed, but it takes more than that to put me down. So I kept trying (…)
#10 - La chica del gas
Barcelona isn't what I imagined. Crowded, noisy, and relentless. No matter what, it never takes a break. Going out in the morning during rush hour feels like being swallowed by the beast. (…)
“IF YOU WANT TO WRITE,
if you want to create, you must
be the most sublime fool that God
ever turned out and sent rambling.
You must write
every single day
of your life.
You must read dreadful dumb books,
and glorious books, and
let them wrestle
in beautiful fights inside your head. (…)
I wish you a wrestling match with your
creative Muse that will
last a lifetime.
(…) Which finally means:
May you be in love
every day for the next 20 000 days
and out of that love,
remake the world.
— Ray Bradbury
