Shirin Salehi
El tiempo sin derrota

Every writer knows the moment when the first word should burst from the pen, but it has not yet arrived. For an instant, time stands still and the world finds itself in the balance of the undecided. Or rather: the undecided jumps out of time and sinks into the original magma from which, not yet articulated, everything has to spring: word and sound, thought and substance, action and meaning, force and matter. It is not so much that they remain in equilibrium, as that they are not yet distinguished from each other.