Augusto Santa Cruz

Biography

Born in a small town in Argentina, Augusto spent most of his life traveling all over the place. He spent his teenage years in Miami, Florida where he started writing at an early age. First, it was only to comply with homework. As time passed by, Augusto realized he was able to explore the deepest places of his soul through words. It is then that he started writing as a means to expose his soul to the world.

Smashwords Interview

Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?
I was born in a small town in Argentina. Being from a small town helps you understand life a different way than when you are brought up in metropolitan area. My childhood and pre-teen years were spent constantly being outdoors and this helped me build a strong relationship relationship with nature. My writing has been greatly influenced by this factor as I believe one's connection with nature is primordial in order to express one's inner thoughts and questions.
When did you first start writing?
I started writing at about 15 years of age. My English teacher Mrs. Albert had given us an assignment about the etymology of our names, that's how I wrote my first poem. This was a great challenge for me for I was a hispanic boy who was taking his first English Honors class.
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Where to find Augusto Santa Cruz online

Twitter: falucho05

Books

Words Carried By The Wind
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Price: Free! Words: 3,800. Language: American English. Published: May 7, 2013. Category: Fiction » Anthologies » Poetry - single author
Travel to a parallel world of senses in this anthology collection. Sometimes we're indulged in our busy lives and don't have time to even breath properly. When that happens our subconscious mind is still working and analyzing everything constantly. This title is getting in touch with that part of us we tend to neglect. After reading "Words Carried By The Wind" life will never be the same.

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