You see a book of poetry, line after line, not very ordered, not really sweet, not quite rhyming and often strange. All of these lines have been written over several years, during times of frustration, anger and wonder. And sometimes even love. Every line has its own heartbeat, its own life.



My mind is full of images, sounds, feeling and I can only convey so little of it all. Words are all I have, they are my best toys, my cruelest weapons. They are all meant to strike a cord into your heart, if you'd care to listen to their stories. So, if you'd please...



Come with me into my Train of Wonder,

The only one that comes from Nowhere

And leads back into Void.