I mean, what I'm talking about running Haruki Murakami during the summer has accompanied me with the autobiographical narration, along with the illustrated drug guide From chocolate to Morphine. I don't know if the reading I'm drawn to every day or the one I read makes me move, because I've been running a lot of the summer and I've been drunk at the party.

Murakami analyzes the interaction between being a background runner and writing long novels, and for him, as for me, the characteristics of training for a marathon, or a more humble career. I am referring to resistance, constancy and concentration. On the contrary, there are those who believe that the writer should lead as unhealthy a life as possible by fleeing from public order and good customs and not be confused in the immense sport activity of Japanese, although Murakami until the age of 30 was the guide and head of a nightclub, after making the decision to start writing novels seriously to leave that life.

The statements of various drug users and creators in the guide From chocolate to Morphine teach me to undertake creativity through drugs. I've met a writer who needs to take amphetamines, a painter clinging to cocaine, a poet linked to the Valium, a singer who has surrendered to opiates, a novelist whom the peiote has illuminated the road, a writer to whom the PCP arouses psychic powers. To increase creativity, or as a source of inspiration, the authors have traditionally resorted to drugs.

I had, I think, a prior idea derived from experience. Because of the poor results I got when writing high, I decided to help by running around to avoid writing, coffee, pills, alcohol and others. Leave drugs for the juerga and experience the illusion of balancing “unhealthy” practices despite the maneuver. I've been corrupted by the idea of knowing endogenous drugs this summer. The brain generates endogenous drugs, making chemicals and impacting our minds, thinking and actions. The catalog is as wide as it is varied. Our endorphins can produce most of the effects of opioids, our adrenaline and noradrenaline are stimulants. Sex hormones, on the other hand, are antidepressants. Similarly, we can feel “toned” running, meditating or writing. The limits of drug addiction and absence are not, therefore, where I think, nor are those of salubrity.

Interestingly, the power of these drugs is the one that has cost me the most to see myself at night. Dancing a Progressive music, surrounded by people and under a starry sky, I felt a total unity with the rest of the body souls swept, both the substances not consumed and those introduced to the top, since all of us drugged in the same way the “ups” of participation and social association, that is, the “colloquia” of the feeling of unity. As it seems that we spent the day walking, and taking into account this text, I am thinking that I am really on the bench. By the way, I now understand better the strategy of the campaign that the Spanish Ministry of the Interior launched in 1998 for the National Drug Plan. The erroneous translation of the motto without drugs made the motto "No to rest, no drug".

It was in the act where the mistakes were supposedly made, and what then caused me not so much laughter, today is a prophetic institutional truth about drugs.