Okay, I thought, let's write then! Therefore I took a piece of paper and looked for a pencil among my messed stuffs. I was ready to write when the empty thoughts started to bother me. Write what? Mainly, write to which purpose? Why? What finality? In English or in Portuguese? Have I readers at least? I do not have these answers.
It is, indeed, just a weird wish. A writer wish? If I were one! No, no. I am not a writer... I am just a wisher.
