I have been traveling with words in my mind for a long time, and I have not given myself some calm in order to write. Now that I have the time and the mood, I don't have the clear ideas. I'm dueling with myself in order to improve what I am doing. My mentor r.i.p. Once told me your are not lazy, you are unorganized. He might have been right then, he for sure is right now. I'm eager to get what I want directly from the sweat of my effort. But I get so often distracted... I know what I want to write about, but there's this awful spasticity of not knowing where to start from. I'll read. Why in english?
As the song says: "words come easy"
Y padeado.
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