My laughter, my madness, my controversies, my fights, my bad habits, my contradictions, my encounters, my bad company, my art, my gurus, my shamans, my insults, my journeys, my compasses, my loves, my mistakes, my dilemmas, my failures, my tenderness, my tortures, my foolishness, my jokes, my hells, my heavens, my letters.

A wild edition of my correspondence sent to different people for ten years. An emotional roller coaster with destination to become what WE MUST BE. A declaration of love to destiny.

“I know very well that to go somewhere else is to take with me what has pained me and afflicted me since I was born: but it is movement, and you know it well, what some of us need at least for a while, at least until movement turns again into monotony, into stillness, and everything must go backwards, and then we have to invent something else.”

“I was never very fond of customs. In other words: I’m a savage. No, seriously speaking I have not been affected at all by the distance; I have spent Christmas reading and listening to music in my room -the picture is quite illustrative, isn’t it?”

“I think we only knew our names and a long list of beautiful lies.”

WILD WISDOM, LETTERS. ISBN 978 1 326 81713 8, © 2024, 4.25 x 6.875 in / 108 mm x 175 mm, English, 276 pages made independently with love – PAPERBACK