Who am I? Difficult ... a man said that we are the meetings we do but I think we are more than this, we are also the music we listen to, the things that we write, what we think, the people we know, what we read, what we love;
Basically we are ourselves and I'm myself, nothing more, nothing less.

《Late at night he is PETRIFIED》
                                                 -cit.

《Strana è la notte dove si levano stelle nere e soli mai visti solcano il cielo》 
                                                -cit.

《My mind belongs to the Chaos》
                                              -mine

《Non era nulla più che fumo, lacrime e qualche follia di troppo》
                                              -mine

I write for passion and for vent, just to put order in chaotic thoughts👽📿