my pen is the light.
I’ve many stories to tell you,
who are living, moving, breathing
and maybe will pass by in this world leaving no signs.
Just they catch my sight for a while,
and keep my mind, heart, eyes in the same line.
History is written also by normal, simple and ordinary people…
students, workers, women, young guys
maybe too many times lonely, confused, worried…
with their Personal but so Extraordinary Life.
I’m not a writer, maybe either a photographer…
just I can say I’m a dreamer.
I’ll write with the light, I’ll write with the shadows, I’ll write with my pen…
thoughts, dreams, feelings, steps on the Way of my Life.