It seemed like I was born from a dream. In the city of my dreams. I have always loved words. Their dance on paper, the way they set the rhythm of life, they step towards untrodden worlds. I love dancing. I live my life in a dance rhythm. Hand in hand with destiny. I step on the dance floor of the world dreaming and loving life. Sometimes I fall and get up as if I never fell. I play the guitar, like in my student years, sipping the flavor of life between the chords. I love photos. The way they capture the beauty of the moment, its immortality. I love people. We are mirrors of each other. Sometimes shadows, sometimes lights. Each one hiding a story. Beyond the silence or the smiles and beyond any words spoken in haste. I love collecting stories, traveling the world, stringing them on paper, it feels wonderful to give them wings to fly. Every step I take comes with the realization that life is an invitation to infinity, which we honor by stepping into the unknown.
