As a child, my dad would put me to sleep
with a book of fairy tales and stories, every evening.
Since then, I have never stopped writing in my diary,
trying to capture, without holding back, moments, emotions, stories,
through the enchantment of words:
that intertwine and often get tangled among themselves,
creating new meanings and more welcoming inner wo(r)lds.
Those diaries still hold the magic
with which my dad would tell me stories each evening,
and thanks to those words, I have learned to dream better.