Alex Ghisi Migliari

It was a very windy day, when I was born. It was 1978 - a century has gone, it seems. I'm a writer, psychologist, photographer and I'm always here, adoring Art. Writing is music, words are note (ma...voir plusIt was a very windy day, when I was born. It was 1978 - a century has gone, it seems. I'm a writer, psychologist, photographer and I'm always here, adoring Art. Writing is music, words are note (maybe a piano? Often an orchestra). And photography means "writing of light", so here we return. Now my life is frozen, my body is keeping me still, but I'm trying to come back. I have plenty of ideas to realize. There is so much beauty in the world... I have to conquer a little part of it. So, I'm here with my words. I'm an unknown novelist with my own voice - not a great name, but I've got the dignity of my thoughts and feelings. I think we all have the right to express ourselves - the wonder of being us, always. I won literary contests and I published some books, but creating imagines through the sound of lyrics, prose or not, goes further, I know. So I'm Here. From my corner - is it so important where it is? I'm a citizen of the whole, I hope. Nice to meet you. Alex.voir moins