Prisons stretched across every place; some built for comfort, some for brief visits; those are what you know as holiday chambers. Some rose with towering walls, others trapped the stars of the night.
Short Stories
From the early roots of the young writer, at the end of adolescence.
A spider killed a fly. A cat killed a mouse. A wolf killed a lamb… And a human being killed another human being.
Write of me, for I am the myth that lives, from mountain rock they revived me..
“I wrote The Symphony as one who rediscovers his childhood beneath a linden tree. It is the story of a boy who finds refuge in nature, strength in beauty, and salvation in love from the cruelty of humankind. Through this work, I affirm that innocence can resist, that love can rise as an army, and that writing may save what power could never redeem.”