Do I write?

Writing in English is like making a puzzle with an image of a forest. There is a sunshine on top; some of the pieces are extremely blurred because of the nature of the forms and the shadows. Fortunately a melody comes from the inside, a warm melody sung by the trees.

Writing in French is like being in charge of a building project, to be an architect with some kind of disorder. The architect is lazy: he sleeps in the building while his drunk workers talk about their pathetic boss. Who wanted to hire this guy?

In Spanish, I fly above the trees, above the buildings. I see the ocean, I hear a mermaid singing a beautiful song that sometimes makes me dream with disaster and hope, black and yellow. Although it's an endless flight, makes me smile. I'm always writing a timeless letter.


Eduardo Valderrama