Letters Without Sender

Excerpt from the prologue: -Have you already written it? Write it down. Get it out of you. - say. As if it were the only way to process emotions in the world. And in a way it is the only one that exists for me, and then with the intensity of someone who has just found the promised land, the fountain of youth, or the last multi-level company that is going to make you rich, I insist that reading and writing are the solution for everything. Deeply understand that art is one of the most powerful ways to process difficult emotions and situations, and that what nourishes us most in life is sharing our life and listening to the lives of other human beings. And I don't say this in social media mode, where we share fantasies and graphic illusions, no, I say it in the most earthly and abject way possible. Sharing the errors, the dualities, the complexities, the dark feelings and thoughts that we do not know how to describe, especially those that generate shame, guilt and restlessness, those that make us feel inadequate, because in sharing we realize that we are not the only ones who feel this way, and that sustains us, roots us, contains us. We connect by sharing our humanity with each other. And that's what you'll find next.