It was a very windy day, when I was born.
It was 1978 - a century has gone, it seems.
I'm a writer, psychologist, photographer and I'm always here, adoring Art.
Writing is music, words are note (maybe a piano? Often an orchestra).
And photography means "writing of light", so here we return.
Now my life is frozen, my body is keeping me still, but I'm trying to come back.
I have plenty of ideas to realize.
There is so much beauty in the world...
I have to conquer a little part of it.
So, I'm here with my words.
I'm an unknown novelist with my own voice - not a great name, but I've got the dignity of my thoughts and feelings. I think we all have the right to express ourselves - the wonder of being us, always.
I won literary contests and I published some books, but creating imagines through the sound of lyrics, prose or not, goes further, I know.
From my corner - is it so important where it is?
I'm a citizen of the whole, I hope.
Nice to meet you.