All I do is write down random words and sometimes they have no connection. Sometimes I sketch things beside them, sometimes I write full lines. Nobody understands that but myself. I keep quiet most of the time and I feared a whole lot in the past letting people read what I wrote. It was painful for me and now I see it differently.

When my writing process takes over me, it seems like somebody else's incorporated my body. Sometimes I cry violently when something happens to characters I create, sometimes I laugh so much with them too. I can tell, I like when it happens! Sometimes I create things I will understand me alone, no one else (well, this is what I think). It is a crazy and yet stable moment for me and after all my catharsis, I can finally wait for the second wave to strike me: meditation!

As David Lynch is not clear to many, and this is the most beautiful thing for me, try and understand what can't be understood, but surely there must be a key somewhere, and the looking for this key is "the key". Crazy, isn't it? No, not for me!

Try and read Clarice Lispector. She is the writer I love the most and her work is so much similar to David Lynch's work. Another one is José Saramago, he is my HERO! (I have to stop now, tears don't allow to see the keyboard right...)