I saw the moon,
next to her grave,
watching the reflection,
of lost future
in the tears of the stars.
No life to offer,
Empire of wolves gone dark
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Photographer. Poet. Writer. Human.
I love Photography as a way to connect both with the world and its habitats.
Poetry is what defines me, character made of many words and hidden meaning behind fanciness.
I write for myself but I share with the world.
I'm human thus subjected to every emotion that comes with love, grief, happiness, joy, hatred and most of all, the need to overcome my own demons.
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