No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.

I work only with lost and founds.

I write to save someone's life, probably my own

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.

So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.

Facts and particulars annoy me.