No, I cannot write if I have no inspiration… It can come from the air, from the Earth, but mainly from the people and from me: me and what I feel.
I love to write, it is true. But sometimes it is so difficult to express something on a piece of paper… some years or months ago it was easier but maybe I was less demanding. Now I am looking for a more literary writing. I wish to be drowned in descriptions, wrapped up in narrations, full of characters, bewitched by the magic of linking words: some nouns, accompanied by a few adjectives, plus a pinch of adverbs and more! More! Conjunctions, pronouns, determiners, articles! And then we can form phrases, sentences and a text: a discourse, a dialogue, an argumentative essay, an opening of the heart, a story (an enchantment story, a real story, an alternative story with unicorns, and computers, and girls and ETs and acrobats!), a description…
WOW! We have just to wait that this light, this breeze, this perfume come through us and then, then we should find a pencil (yes, a pencil is always better, it is more inspirational), grab a piece of white paper and let the magic happen: we start by seeing blurs, then a more homogeneous colour. Oh! It is grey: the grey of rough draft, the grey of poetry, the grey of the old manuscripts.
And we are ready to show the world what we think, what we see. And we can make the others cry, laugh, or just make them smile and pass their hand on our head, our heart.
And how I love watching this scandal!
Joana Alves, nº11
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