I should never be the subject of my stories but I am. I am emotionally involved in my own words from conception to meaning or whatever philosophy I think I get as I cruise along this space. My life is a choice of music and stories, it wouldn’t have any magic otherwise. I have a thought, I take a picture and I am painting the image with words, only to corrupt your feelings and your reality. Sometimes i am doing it in reverse. I use a lens to open your soul and I use words to explain myself and my intrusion. My English is plain and my mind hard to hook it up to a simple train of thoughts. It makes writing hard and you shouldn’t assume I’m a writer in the first place. I’m a photographer with errors in imagination, you can find me in all of my images but also on the other side of them if you are curious to understand what I am trying to dream.

I was born by the river of blood and sounds of pain in a white state facility. This is my sadistic personality which started me in life. By the time the sun was up I already had two good vaccines and a meal after. Life is what it is. I estimate the damage and chuckle away to bed for another day. The next day I will fight to make it better. I am quick on appreciating sounds, colors, erotic shapes and such. I am doing my best to write grammatically correct, I really am! Even in my own language. Some ideas I have and write gives me a familiar feeling of reading them somewhere else.

Evolution is natural if is accepted, and I do.