So I guess this is it...

To think and express in other language (english), turned out to be very difficult to me. The main reason for this is that I'm studying english literature at UNAM. Somehow I got lost, and whenever I try to create or write something in this language, I put myself in hold because I know I'm not so good as some writers I have read. I lack discipline, I lack a lot of vocabulary and also I'm aware that I don't have the elegance or facility as an english, american, scottish or irish man.

When I read a poem in english, I'm often amazed by how they sound when someone reads them and a poem in english usually presents interesting images in my head. It's discovering that something different can be made, can be written or can be felt. It's wonderful. I ask myself if I'll ever be capable of writing something like it, to watch my own enviroment like Auden watched England or to preach like Dylan Thomas. I wonder if I could write an Eliot's Wasteland of my onw land.

Wether someone reads it or not, like it or not, despise it or not... it doesn't matter...

So I guess this is it, like the title above reads... this blog is a test. A test of skills, creativity, intelligence or to leave a fear behind. It's also my own playground, and an opportunity to tell the story of a common guy who mostly writes in spanish. The purpose is to feel free in this language, to learn how to handle it and also, to learn how to play with it if that's ever possible. Another thing I would like to accomplish is to be at peace with both worlds (english and spanish), to end this struggle and mix the split persona, make it a whole.

This should be a fun ride... I hope someone enjoys it as much as me.