We are Writers, we are Creatives, we have our visions, we have our opinions, we have our screaming colours.

Everyone have them, but we do share them. We do share them, we do unroll them on the table, under your eyes, and they are scandalously naked. We do that about our doubts, our questions, our love, our fears and more. We do it in front of you, for You, and for us too, because we have this need, yes. We are daring, we put our face, in front of you and not only the face. We are extremely fragile in that, and strong as none.

Every time you find a story, a poem, one of our crazy flights, it is our “time” it is thousand of heart beats and breaths the thing you are collecting with your hands. It is our personal minutes, hours, or sometimes one single flash, time, it is a part of us and it is all yours to see.
How did we got there? For most of us it is a thing that has always existed in us, it starts in a shy way but then it becomes our way of living, and we do that all the time. We stop to ask ourselves about this and that and seeking more, and more, and more. We do it all the time, with no holding, gifting it because we need it, yes, but also because we think it is worth, because you may find it ugly, or beautiful and it needs seen. Yes, whether it is for us, or the others, we are helpless, we have no shame and we do it, and it is not always easy, but if possible this makes it even worthier doing it, to our soul.

We are like anyone else and no special at all, but we are also unlike anyone, as anyone is special in her own way. So we do put our face and heart in front of you. You can call us exhibitionists, if you wish. Maybe there is a form of this, or rather it is because we make this effort, this constant effort of digging into just anything and then we feel like showing it, we feel it can do good, for us and the others.

We are the writers, the creatives, the crazy, the one that can say the wrongest things, or sometimes the most touching, for one simple reason, because we say them, because we are helpless

For someone it is photography, for others it is through jokes, or it may be painting. It doesn’t matter, it is putting the face. Yes, we are this brave, a strange, weird kind of courage, but it needs being insane and brave, to do it, and never being “convenient” by expressing just that little that we know is accepted and wanted.

For us is writing, weaving words to describe, capture, and share. It is aligning them and making roads, castles, cities, universes.
You can read us or not, you can watch or not, you can pass by, you can not care. Our creations might have you feel the same vibrations, they may leave you needing explanations that you express, or rather not. Our scope is never to seek for those, but a part of us crave to know it reached you, because what we write about reached us, and we felt blessed.
We will not stop, but our souls crave to reach out, and rejoice when we feel it does, even in the smallest of the ways.