I follow the light but I am not afraid of darkness. I have no secrets with the black, I want one night for every silent light, to makes she strong. I am fascinated by what frightens me: I watch him trembling from the farthest point I can, until I am strong with thoughts as weapons with which to approach and defend myself, even if you are never ready for what you can see once close. I'm just starved of different way of thinking and I'm fallen in love with the heaviest work there is to do in life:
the art of self-knowledge.