Today I would like to write down everything that I have not written yet and get carried away by that infinite thirst of capture on sheets of cardboard with drops of tintan forming words that together will look like a dense text of someone who suffers when you can not spill in the canvases black ink droplets. As well as my soul is black, Dim, dark and sad. Today I want to continue writing for spilling my most intimate thoughts and let them flow for a while as unease of my deep sorrow and convert me back into a pen full of light and energy Golden source to start again my life. Let me write so fluently and without correction; thus reflecting better the senses of my heart, leaving me carried away by clear waves of pain as I’m capturing my soul leave with great fluidity, becoming the writer’s notes and large, intense free texts that I always wanted to be. Original author and source of the article.