BOOKS

I wanted to call it "Quirks" because quirks are those caresses that serve to give loving vices to children. I did this with myself: with these poems I pampered myself, I comforted myself and comforted myself with thousands of words. I became a vicious one of kisses, of words, of hugs, of understandings and sometimes of tears.
In this series of poems that I will shortly publish in a book to tell a sentimental journey that unites us both as human beings and as women, I speak of feelings and emotions, with the quirk that belongs to me today, that quirk that we all desire and that to take it in hand and heart we have climbed mountains.
I give you a brief preview.