Writing is intending to discover what we would write if we wrote; those were the words of Marguerite Duras.
I am not a professional writer, nor I pretend to be; I simply do it because I have discovered that I like it. I do it because I think writing is an instrument to immerse us in that endless process of knowing about ourselves, of trying to understand us, to learn about what is deep inside us, aiming to find answers to our countless doubts. . . I also do it, because writing could be a means to heal us, to try to observe the observer, to intend to attain some clarity.
In the end, as Irene Vallejo states, writing is not so different to all those things that we start doing before knowing how to do them.
So these are merely some bits and pieces that I would like to share with you, dear reader.