Writing is synonym of freedom, but mostly reflexion. That’s why I chose as representation a pier’s grey winter afternoon and my loneliness contemplating the sea. Writing as any art form holds a therapeutic power for those using it. In my personal experience, it’s an alternative way to communicate sensations held inside myself but that, nonetheless, need to get out almost like a wild beast. My relationship with reading is peculiar: there isn’t one genre that I like especially, it’s the book that seizes me. I love books for the fact that one single reading isn’t enough to get the full sense, hidden details and meanings changing from one time to another.