getting started...
It has always been hard starting things, even a blog! Since all derives from something, I decided to begin with a thought. There is lots to say, but the words refuse to emerge and for now they are just tickling inside. I describe this moment as an internal battle, words and thoughts flying around in a vast confined space of my mind crashing back and forth trying to find one purpose, one path to come out free to transform themselves in your ears and mouths, in your internal space and even on a piece of paper.

I start with a quote, which I translated from a Brazilian writer. I apologize for my translation which will not be the best that can be done, but it is the best I can do, and I hope it makes sense.

"I don't understand. This is so vast that is beyond any understanding. To understand is limited. However, not understanding can have no boundaries. I feel that I am much more complete when I do not understand. Not understanding, in the way that I speak of, is a gift. Not understanding, not like a simple minded. It is good to be intelligent and to not understand. It is a strange blessing, like having madness without being mad. It is a lack of interest at ease, it is a sweet dumbness. But once in a while comes a turmoil: I want to understand a little. Not too much: but at least understand that I do not understand."
- Clarice Lispector

Clarice Lispector wrote short stories and novels. Her narrative is sowed with her characters internal questions, quests, surprises and emotions. These are puzzling, wonderful thoughts which overflow and which I devour and keep in secret places. They are tangled in my world of words and in time (hope it doesn't take a long time) they are coming to the surface... transformed.