Yesterday was a strange day. I assure you that I am not a person easily impressed. I usually do not give importance to what might be called "coincidence", because I think, find little explanation for all situations that may be players over a day, does not lead anywhere, "rather than the Cadell. That said, I reaffirm what was said, yesterday was a strange day.
Today, I am immersed in the cumbersome task of giving a coherent meaning to the research work I hope to finish before retirement, God willing. So far, and whenever I found myself in a similar academic trouble, when the morning with a heavy stomach, which was not the result of indigestion-signifiCab that would refine my limited intellect and senses, as the bright idea, brilliant idea, that idea would provide validity and originality of my work, was already close, very close, hovering like a rogue round Compostela. Leaving
guided by these previous experiences, I spent all day thinking about what I read on the subject, going hard every single note that indiscriminately, I have been translating here and there, watching and minute and again the collected spot on my body, "zapping" from one string to another looking for an announcement that could have inadvertently overlooked in short like Diogenes with flashlight, to paraphrase my mentor, "by the thing that if the inspiration has come today at least Iespecially with what is found, you write, think that when you write about something is more beautiful than the fact that what happened, what is your reason for writing, that motivates you take the pen, pen, pencil, paper , or as in my case the computer, keyboard, what inspires you, what type, fantasizes in his fantasies, realistic and judge the world, or just talk about the events that happen as a diary, why you does, if so, what if he has lived to write it is more beautiful, or did so, she feels more alive or you? Writer, why write, why they feel, why take the pen, what motivates you to write, what you feel when you do .. as seen himself writing ... ever stopped to think why you write? Write para enrage, to know you better, simply relate facts, or to kill time, or for any purpose not mentioned here, why a writer writes?
Writer? you're not a writer? if you sit down to write not you a writer? It takes more to be a writer to write, the end of the day what makes a writer more than write and create, you consider yourself a writer, what is considered, you what it is, what are you when you write, what you feel, what their reason .. know to answer those questions? really think I could do, or think to inquire, or really does not know what their reason for it, who thinks he writes better, the best expressed, but feels that when it does, or who more spread, what their opinion writer. which group you think you are, you know, do not know, doubt it, sure ... writer, write, write, whenever you see fit. Disturbing
right? At least so it seemed to me. I have no idea if this mail was addressed to me, whether it is one of those millions of emails flying around the network and displayed on our mail, tired of spinning like tops from one place to another, whether it was a joke of one of my "friends computer funny", knowing my weaknesses ....
The truth is that justified that weight in the stomach, which I have spoken, giving the value of "premonition", but not the bright idea to take me out of intellectual drought, as I thought at first.
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