Truthfully, what does the life of a modern person look like? How do we live and what do we want? Perhaps these are questions that no one wants to encounter in a, euphemistically and occasionally, "poetic collection" that ultimately, if chosen among so many others, is read with the purpose of soothing one's weary mind and not necessarily to delve into deeper thoughts.

But do not worry, brave reader, who has decided to experiment with my humble pen.

I will not tire you, enjoy what you like, if in the end you like it, and try to enter my thoughts.

Wander through the paths of emotions that were born in the urban center and the living conditions that it offers us, as well as in other landscapes.

Loves, emotions, solitary monologues, dark thoughts, and endless walks in a world full of concrete and mold - material and mental.

Do not try to judge the technicalities of the verses, as - do not worry - it is not just another "poetic collection," simply consider in the end if the one who wrote this little note is a reflection of your Self, which you are trying to cover up with the superficialities of your ingrained instincts and feelings, through your well-balanced behaviors and "alternative" pursuits; often accompanied by "intense emotions," which have become so fashionable, just like the commodification of human existence.

Simply think in the end who you are, ultimately, you. If you dare, of course!