The
night comes
And
two eyes get closed.
The
night comes
And
a new world
Is
opened before him
He
drives his car
Without
even knowing
where
to go.
He
drives drifting away
And
discovering the world
He
had always dreamed of
Writers
wander about the street
Building
new worlds
Without
hiding their faces.
He’s
so delighted
That
he sits down
And
starts drawing
He
feels so inspired
That
he doesn’t know
What
he’s drawing.
He
starts his car and goes away
But
he can’t forget about that feeling
That
beautiful feeling of endless inspiration.
He’s
feeling a kind of joy
That’s
impossible to forget
He’s
feeling the delight
Of
creating without any limit.
New
emotions filling his heart
A
new energy flow
Filling
his body and soul.
Life
is beautiful, he thinks
And
he’s absolutely right
Life
is wonderful, he says to himself
Because,
for him, life means writing.
After
driving a long way
He
gets to a beautiful place
A
place full of images and inspiration.
Welcome
to eternity, he read
Welcome
to happiness, he said to himself
He
finally found
what
he was looking for,
to
be happy
for
the rest of his life,
to
write till the end of life...
...and
that can only be done
in
one place, eternity.
