THE LIGHT COMES FROM THE CLEVER MINDS
MY PASSIONS, MY AMBITION
To read between the lines is to see the world as I see it.
Listening and grasping the snippets of my voice means understanding the meaning of my choices.
In this sphere of the name Earth, there is a place, an instant, where the gifts subsist beyond time.
My works, are an offering. Crystalline words that sparkle with infinite poetry.
Imagination feeds my soul, or does my soul feed it?
An equation that will reflect no ambiguity by the verbs that will know how to touch you.
Give me your time, I'll give you Pieces of my soul.
“Everything you can imagine is real”