Sometimes you are in the toilet, having a pee and you’re thinking of Alan Rickman. Maybe you saw him in a movie in the morning and you’re thinking about him- and suddenly the words of a dialogue you wrote 3 months ago come out of Alan Rickman’s mouth in a familiar setting (in your mind) and PUFF! Ignition. And now you become a prisoner of yourself and have to finish the bloody story.
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bendita sea la poesía... :)
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