I am in love with books that I have not read, with countries that I have not visited, with pieces of art that I do not know, with movies that I have not seen, with smells, flavors and sounds that have never reached me. I'm in love without knowing it, time is running and sometimes I feel like it's too late for me... I remember that when I was a teenager I always prayed for inspiration. I grew up and stopped writing... stopped praying... I forgot that I was my own muse. I finished my book (I thought I had finished it two years ago but I didn't feel ready to publish it) I have been working for 6 years on my book, my photos, my poems, my letters, my lovers, my self-portraits and sex. I'm an expert in blurry photos...🦋🥹