We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
Escribir es una forma de terapia. A veces me pregunto cómo se las arreglan los que no escriben, los que no componen música o los que no pintan.