Desafio Literunico (Não sei se serve em inglês 😬) #Escrever *My Writing Process* Every time I try to write, the same things happen to me: I believe I’m aiming high and I’ll end lost amid/inside a sea of words that came to be. But suddenly I feel dry, as a landmark with no rain: the whole ocean I was in vaporizing words, it seems, disappeared in disdain. Then, surpassing the first fears, the staining of paper begins: monochrome ink turns somehow spots and drawings appear now in all colors black unwinds. At least, close to an end, intense writing thins away: as I realize I don’t know most of what the poem shows symbols that in stanzas lay. Finished, it’s a thing unique, but in many forms it’s not: though being a part of me, it’s as outsider as it can be (un)mirroring every move I fought. Alberto Busquets.