Part 1

There is a place where those who have eyes can see but cannot discern, where those who have ears refuse to hear, and where those who have lips are far from spelling the word love. Where the most said noble knights move away from royalty and join armies of soldiers armed with doom. And then they fight non-stop throughout the night.

However, I found something familiar in this place... a beautiful illustrious figure, unique and representative of simplicity, the obsession of every novelist, in which any writer would give anything to explore... It was then that I noticed a gap, the fragility between the aspects of life, I discovered the insanity in the midst of romance and art that would make me excel in a great masterpiece.

"Love to write, write to love"

Such a power could never have been discovered... I would hide and seal it in a scroll, protected from all the laws of revelation of the universe, so that it could never exist.

Meeting you made these two great essences stir something, something that I still questioned could wave inside me... But then it could have been just for the relief of my own artistic breath or would the sun have dawned again in the field of battle?

My heart longs for the enlightenment…

Part 2

The discovered power then takes shape, because on the stage of the novel the essence of a writer meets the soul of an artist. Making me travel in artistic ecstasy, reminding me also of the old classics... separated from all those who assume the corrupted identity of writing for the ambition of their hearts... being in an eternal flight from themselves.

Therefore, delving into the power, I broke the rules and took my truth in a mask... a mask in the great masquerade we call life. It however... became transparent, preventing me from escaping into the imprisonment that would enrich this journey.

The artist's perfect megalomania in anonymity. Free to write, slaved to love. All planned so that the foundation of things to come, become even more inspiring and meaningful when these two axes meet to collide.

Far away and in the midst of everyone who is dancing at the ball, I see you and invite you to dance... because in this manner…

"I will love you to write, and I will write to love you right"