Why do I write?

(Ou, Por que eu escrevo?)

Writing is not a craft, but an attempt, sometimes useless, to dispel the fear of a sudden annihilation. We tried to make evergreen those ideas expressed by the mouth and on paper, both these always insufficient and finite means. Christ said: “The mouth speaks what overflows in the Heart.” I would say more: when the mouth becomes obsolete, the stones and the letters, all, take the feature of our deepest feelings.

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