I write

I don't write about the things I will write in the future. I don't write about my majestic successes in the past. I write for the sake of writing. I write now, about your blackest brownish-green eyes, your words and the smile that make me start linking the world; about the funny weather in Guam; about the storms that take place in the left corner of my room; about the municipal bonds in Cuba; about the newborns that won't live to see the world destroyed... I write because it's the only thing I know... I write...