Author, poet, songwriter, psychologist, messenger

The memories of love I’ve obtained—but sadly, no, I haven’t gained! As I enticed him to love my cover—the jocund inspired by a magazine—to be the one—that perfect dame, yes, I’ve played my Oscar piece—

A song/ Theatrical musical" Walking with the Vain Cattle" …“I tell you: “maybe, but life without risk is love without passion!” You say to me: “darling, stop going to extremes.” I tell you startling, can you ask a river not to stream?”

...say goodbye fable and have a drink—cheers, cheers, it’s on the house—just shoot it down, marinated enough! No need to smile—the apple in your face will do the mould.

In this calm stillness, I try to enjoy— the herbs and the flowers as my stomach roars—no boo, today, I’m here to shrink. But, I’ll smile along—but show not my teeth.

Risk it all without a destination? What an incredible adventure! But it might lead me to my void—but also to my ultimate shelter—it can also be a dark hole! Change my name and call it a go! Just disappear without a trace!

I had to understand the weak—those victims of the slaughterer. As I was the slaughterer—in another space and time! I was a warrior—I fought for what I believed was just—

…just do the thing—money, profit—our way! You know! Commercial stuff that can sell! Money gets people out of hell! Poetry is for dreamers—shouldn’t dream. Dreams are for sleepers—just be like us—get real!

So I ran to the magical door leading to the world beyond, yearning to get to the other side— still wondering, what does a gate stand for in the midst of nowhere?! Suddenly I heard a soundless, loving voice screaming: Stop!!

Hopefully, someday, they’ll rise above themselves—and face their pains and fears— then dare to open their hearts and ears—to the miracle in them, and the world around them—only then—

...my friend looked at me with astonishment and said:“Amal! You know what that means! Is Vedrá gave you her heart!”