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Existe uma maneira de viajar no tempo e nem é nova. Basta ler. As palavras nos transportam para o momento em que foram escritas, seja há minutos, seja há milênios. Então o escritor é meio bruxo, meio cientista, empunhando sua pena, sua caneta, seu teclado físico ou virtual.
Silêncio, ele está escrevendo. Escolha seu lugar e boa viagem!
#escrever

Desafio Literunico
(Não sei se serve em inglês 😬)

#Escrever

*My Writing Process*

Every time I try to write,
the same things happen to me:
I believe I’m aiming high
and I’ll end lost amid/inside
a sea of words that came to be.

But suddenly I feel dry,
as a landmark with no rain:
the whole ocean I was in
vaporizing words, it seems,
disappeared in disdain.

Then, surpassing the first fears,
the staining of paper begins:
monochrome ink turns somehow
spots and drawings appear now
in all colors black unwinds.

At least, close to an end,
intense writing thins away:
as I realize I don’t know
most of what the poem shows
symbols that in stanzas lay.

Finished, it’s a thing unique,
but in many forms it’s not:
though being a part of me,
it’s as outsider as it can be
(un)mirroring every move I fought.

Alberto Busquets.