Então que eu estou fazendo um curso na Universidade de Toronto sobre Freelance Writing. Mais especificamente, Travel Writing. E eu gosto dos meus textos e vou postá-los aqui. Em inglês porque não tenho saco pra traduzir.
O primeiro é sobre, em parte, sair da minha casa, andar uma quadra e ir até o Café Aquários pra escrever.
"I need to write but there's no coffee.
As I walked out of the hotel, I could sense the heaviness of the air. They sky was grey and white, either from smoke or clouds. I was just out of a steaming hot shower but after a couple of steps I felt I could use another one. This is not a complaint; the city seemed to be a reflection of myself. I always felt trouble when I had to write. The streets were full with of life but it didn't feel right. Maybe it was the paleness of colors or lack of smiles. I was hurrying through the business of downtown and suddenly I was at the cafe.
The ring of the door made her look at me and by an exchange of looks she knew what I wanted. As I sat, I opened my notepad and took the pen out of my pocket. Anxious, I looked to my right. Through the glass wall, I saw cars, old men chatting and smoking, jaywalkers, the bank across the street, a man shining another's shoes while he flipped the pages of a newspaper.
My deadline was tomorrow and I need to write. The coffee. I could sense her smiling as she laid the cup on my table and said something nice to which I didn't gave much thought. I thanked her, she left and I took a deep breath. The smell calmed me. I looked at my hand on the notepad, pen in place. And then I started writing."
