When I wrote my first, strange expression, that is, four verses, I was shocked.

It was certainly not poetry, my. I said that the author was a friend of mine.

The writers, their goodness, advised the continuation and publication.

Then I was discovered. I absolutely did not want to publish. I did not want to expose my bare feel, the movement of my heart.

With prose I felt this sense of unease. It was different, as an outer garment.

Finally published it does not have wings ... a woman.

I was healed, I could communicate, socialize.

I found the courage to write, which is the most important phase. The skill does not count.

Now's dress verses.

I no longer feel the pain and suffering are healed.

In the "dream" of my writings is the idealization of youth pass. There are the beauty of memories, a hoped catharsis, harmony adhering to the serenity.

Reviews:

Review on Libreriamo.it May 2014

Review on La Sicilia June 2014

Photogallery of the presentation held in may 30th 2014