I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

I am a little extrovert.

Often I have the impression that I am writing on paper that is already browning in the licks of the flames.

I am a dreamer. Seriously, I'm living on another planet.