As many, through school, I approached writing. Thanks to the attention and perseverance of my Great Teacher, Sandra Segato. A woman of extraordinary tenacity and sensitivity. A woman who was and continues to be my giant. Like a dwarf on the shoulders of the giant, I began to write and appreciate the facets of writing. Shipwrecking in this magnificent ocean of words and signs.

Embracing the passion, I fell in love with poetry. An art both simple and complex; capable of uniting life’s oxymorons. Then I approached other worlds in writing. Over time, I cultivated it as a method for thinking, developing ideas, and exploring doubts. For a certain period, I abandoned writing. Despite being a beautiful passion, it’s rich in pitfalls and pains. Writing can be as liberating as it is suffocating. It’s frightening to face a blank page, only with your thoughts, your fears, and your story. Writing is a deep and intimate act. It requires courage, time, attention, but above all, a lot of love.

I hope you can find in my texts a part of yourselves, or that you can read a part of me. In any case, if I reach a thought, a tear, or your heart, I will be extremely grateful.