The angels sing. And so do the lovers. Behind every uplift, every passion, a guitar waits ready to take the words and carry them from lip to lip. This is no small thing. It is the joy of giving joy to others, it is what keeps us alive. That is why, alongside my poems, I tried to write a few songs, without underestimating them at all. Either way, one talks about the same things they love, and from there, it is up to those who will listen. They say the genre has certain rules. I don't know them and, in any case, I wasn't interested or perhaps couldn't follow them. Everyone works as they feel. And the sea is vast, the birds are countless, the souls as many as the combinations that sounds and words can create when love and dreams reign together.