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Rehabilitaciòn

Una palabra a la vez, una idea en una oración, un párrafo con las ideas suficientes, y un sentimiento en cada letra, sería la mejor forma para comenzar la rehabilitaciòn literaria.
Admito que la incapacidad para escribir se convirtió en mi problema más grande, y que soy incapaz de afrontarlo sin tener la magia necesaria para hacerlo.
Jamás permitir que la voluntad de escribir lo que pasa por mi cabeza sea entregada al ser superior de la burocracia.
Entender, sin embargo, que es necesario rendir tributo a las estrellas y buscar en los perdidos corazones las ideas que pudiera plasmar, confiar en que ahi se encuentra la magia.
Pedir perdón a todas las personas que he lastimado, dedicar en ellas una palabra y un pensamiento. Entregarles una estrella y pensar en cada una como el más valioso regalo del universo.
Admitir todas mis faltas en un inventario, sin que tanta omisión me asuste o cambie el nivel de discreción para publicarlo todo.
Esperar poder llevar un poco de palabras a quien esté dispuesto a leerlo, y recuperar a mis dos lectores.

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