I am a wanderer...
My thoughts without my body wander around in this sublime enigmatic world, hunting pictures and images, of knowledge and understanding for my starving and bedridden soul.
I write not as a writer or as a poet, nor for glory or for fame. Neither because I consider myself skilled in this field, which I myself know,I am not.
I write because I yearn for a list of books. Books of random events, of memoirs my thoughts have had encountered. A book of memories, for my wandering thoughts, which I can call "my own"...
