Architecting the words as an amazing labyrinth where everyone get lost in a daydream, warming hearts, making drugs looking obsolete and your souls deriving…

Getting lost myself in the labyrinth, never find the magical words and finishing in the white page dead end.

 Thank you my Love. You say that I’m a writer. You’re sweet like always.

But, I’mmmm nooooooot ;)

Maybe you may see me as a words player. As yes, I like to play with the words. Playing with words doesn’t mean that I’m able to build a story on pages.

Like a lot of peoples I’m writing a blog. OK, I use the verb writing because I do not see what else I could use…
But do you think really that writing a blog even if it’s not in my native language means that I’m a writer?

If yes, it means that we’re millions of writers.

I don’t want to break in that post all the bloggers hopes.

Hmmmm… but only some of them are talented. Only some of them are not writing a kind of teenager’s diary.

And like most of them, even if I get a lot of ideas to write some posts, I’m thinking that everything good is already wrote. I’m surely wrong, as every week we can see new books in stores.

STOP!

I promise next post will talk about something else than writing. :p