Living is moving forward
Even if from the family
I’m going in a different direction.
I’m a skewed branch
But I belong to the same tree
And from It, I don’t want to be separated.
I’m like an autumn leaf
Flying before it falls,
The one who wanders on the ground faints
Knowing that from above
The others won’t forget me
Writing is a childhood pleasure. I have been a manager, economist and teacher all my professional life. But... the pleasure for writing, the bitterness of had been robbed of my sketches of literary works, led me to return to writing and editing some of the literature that, in my hours of leisure and most joy, I write.