And this is not my mother tongue. This blog is not my diary and even less some exercise for a possible future novel. Words are the ultimate despicable way to express something and their weakness shows precisely the level of the beings in need of them. Still, they can be used to tear off souls, to disect, to hurt, to hypnotize, to deceive, to seal and ultimately, to cure.
I´m not a writer, being turned on by the sight of a loaded library doesn´t make me one, as well as assembling a gun doesn´t make me a killer. So, don´t expect me to thrill your soul or whatever you might have with skillful words issued from the bottom of my being, because it won´t happen. The bottom of my being is just that - the posterior part of my body, used to sit and to store fat while other parts of my being enjoy dead writers´masterpieces, or contemplate the haze at the other side of the mirror.
While you have no expectations, welcome to my labyrinth.
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