Keywords

• Writing is the charming imperfection of those who do not really live. Those who actually live
• do not have time to write. There is who marries the cause of Being and let him/herself be shaken by the terrible wonders of the Sublime
• who does not have books in the drawers or unpublished poems that will come in anthologies. On the other hand
• the writer writes "from far away" in a state of "perfect isolation"
• living the distances of temporality and spatiality. But much as the work of a writer leads man to deny the doing in spite of the warping with ink
• writing is the only way to accomplish the miracle of being again