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