| Bio |
I was born, like any other human being, in a place, in my case: a small town surrounded by hills. A place that, after my first 14 years of life, became the lost paradise of my childhood.
Each of us has a world built within with fertile soil from that paradise. I keep dreaming, looking for it. Dreaming that I shall live it again as a grown up, that I will manage to live my life with the same joy, carefree and peace.
I’ve looked for myself more in ideas, but I have mirrored myself more in people, praising who I am more than what I have.
It is hard to find the right words to describe yourself without embellishing, without omitting or without lying to yourself.
Someone once dared to see me as a “great, kind, warm, generous, young, crazy, gentle, wild, playful, tender, colourful, loving, beautiful soul”.
Pay attention, please, just at the wild side!
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| Work / Book |
This is my first child “Pathology of a Dream”
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| Long Description |
This is a labyrinth of my being. It is made out of feelings for whoever wants to venture inside at any hour of life; they may step in and find themselves mirrored by the same torments and questions.
This is a part of me. Mind your steps, my reader; you walk through the dreams and weaknesses of a mere mortal who enjoys life to the fullest.
I shall thank you enough for your curiosity to discover a new world. The world of my reality
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| Short Description |
When someone has a dream there will be plenty of crazy people around to call the dreamer crazy, just because they have a dream
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| Address |
Nowhere. Bucharest. Romania.
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