Creative Moment
Stooping over the table, pencil in his right hand, eyes only centimetres away from the paper, his only way of seeing what he wrote as a multitude of concepts rose from deep within his viscera to appear as readable thoughts of the man with thick eyeglasses and his gigantic moustache that hid his rare smile when a concept was surely documented on the white placenta, and his tongue gleamed with archaic power from each of its pores, like a cascading river dragging along precious gems, smiles of people he met on the street that he recalled, as every sentence was a heavenly miracle transcending him into an overwhelming exuberance that flooded his body with endless fortitude and enthusiasm transforming the world, giving birth to a new line of people, giving birth to his invincible Übermensch
Libros Libertad 