I come

I come with a wrapper full of little things and situations, which gave shape to the exact illustration of what I express when I look into your eyes, without fear that you will understand everything that my interior exclaims without the need to say it.

I come with the verdict expressed in the wrinkles of my face and whitened hair, represented by so many awakenings looking for the real event for which I live. I am motivated by the certainty that life will surprise me again and again, learning.

I come in my own rehearsal of my work, which was not written with the propitious anticipation of success, because what I have kept in my closed fist is simply like a precious treasure and is an important part of my mistakes. Thanks to recognize them, today I believe I am walking on the right path.

I come with a disturbing silence that disturbs the maelstrom of time, perhaps without the need to be understood being the destination of my analytical actions. And although I leave traces impossible to be erased, I appeal to my poetic feeling to keep away any critical reminiscence of my own ego.

I come, laden with this inner treasure, to share my truth without masks, to expose my soul without prejudice, to deliver the most valuable thing I possess: my authentic essence. Let me reveal myself to you, to bare my being, so that you may know the depth of my existence.