My conscience

There are people in this world that need a push, that need to be awakened by the words of others. I don't hold myself above such category. No, that is where I am included. Everyday I pray for something to release me, for something to blow me to smithereens. And today I was helped by my beloved Henry Valentine Miller. Sometimes I forget how much he has helped me already. I tend to lose myself in other books, in things that became more meaningful to me with time. However, just one glance at those pages that have been oh so underlined by so many of my selves and, suddenly, there is a flow of creativity, a burst of life spurting from my pores. Just hearing his voice is enough to make me fly to another universe, to sit down with him at a café and enjoy a long glass of Pernod, a scatterbrained conversation that flows while the drink louches and dances in front of me.

One page a day, he said, one page a day. And that is a promise. There are many things he told me today and many others that I finally see in my life. It's not that hard, all it takes is discipline. The pages have been printed, the notebooks and pens have been scattered all over the house. Now there is no turning back. The only thing I lack is my study, which is on the way.

I'm changing and that is a commitment.