Can’t even remember when words caught my attention, but I suppose it was at an early age. At school, one day there was a class essay competition, the topic - the discovery of America - and mine was chosen, now I wonder why and I understand the reasons... not only did I talk about the caravels and the crew and the land that their eyes saw, but I got into the role of the cockroaches or rats that also travelled in the caravel, what did they feel? What did they smell or hear?

That's where my admiration for words and thoughts began. After those years of childhood, they have always accompanied me in life. The words chosen are very important, they can even heal or cure, amaze or frighten. Wrapped in words, that's how I've always walked through life, giving form to soul and words, to thoughts, to smells, to lights... with me, everything slows down in the stories, there are readers who don't like it when descriptions go too slowly, it's understandable, but I would modestly stay to live in a description forever and there I would quietly spend my moments.

The image faithfully reflects my great passion in life: between life and words without half measures, without major artifice. No archetypes, no clichés.

I hope to continue like this until my mind can bear it, a hug!.