You hardly know who I am; I write, I paint since I was a child, today I do it in the silence of the mountain, surrounded by animals. I know, they drink words of love; I dispense the nectar.
That a man cries or is sensitive provokes rejection, it is annoying. I am one of them; damned adrenaline. In us, gentleness is mannered and corny, almost despicable; to be strong is a bastion of the chosen, a vital skill to which few of us have access to.
In love with sport and vegan, I have published several books, and I am a crazy painter, self-taught who loves the forest, and the colour aquamarine blue.
