Abstract

The time of wait is the uncertain time of dream; reality and fiction, anxiety and happiness, faith and doubt meet and mix until they become blurred. In these moments, every true identity seems to crumble, life is going to change but you can see just what you have been, pieces are wanting to understand what you are and what you could be. So, it seems necessary to write in order to give substance to a new identity to be built. Even better. You must write to give a name and a face to a "creature" that you cannot see.