These are notes – the musical kind, and the other kind. Born in the margins, where sound hasn’t reached yet.

And yet, there is another part of me pressing to emerge, claiming a space somewhere: the one that digs through the terrain of imagination with another hemisphere, the one that needs to communicate its inner world through words as well, even if they often feel superfluous. Still, they have their place. So let’s stop hiding.

Here you can find some glimpses of my story, but – above all – traces of what I am understanding along the path. Fragments, intuitions, attempts of grasping something. A kind of wandering flight that takes off from one point and lands somewhere else entirely, with no practical aim other than to bring some order to lived emotion and share it.