I reached out a hand and touched him. He was warm. I could sense his breathing, almost as if it aligned with mine. My heartbeat with his.

Reworking of my earliest versions of covers for my next two books? Take me down! Looking for shows and where to exhibit? Here is my neck!

If Earth doesn’t have a voice, I'll give her mine. Nature, in the end, is the largest temple. It is a meeting of hopes, fears and faith.

I want to talk to the waters, to share secrets with trees, to listen to the whispers of the wind, and to bathe in the wisdom of rain.

I need rain against the window to sleep, water on my skin to feel loved, feet in the sea to sense freedom.

... how a bag was always ready next to the entrance, just because... you never know. Well, we knew because we experienced earthquakes often.

Good lord, I could have bought anything and everything in this shop; but I contained myself and treated only to 5 glass spheres...

Do I like to travel because I do not belong anywhere?

I am sitting in the Bodleian Library - Reading Room, seat L13 and now the only thing I can think of is having enough inspiration to write...

I am at the Ashmolean Museum, today and I got lost taking so many pictures it is beyond belief.

So, there was this woman, perched like a vulture on the steering wheel of her brand new metallic blue BMW, on the M40...

I don’t exactly know where to start to write about this journey I have been on for the past 5 months. There has been York and there has...