: About Me

As a student of music at the University of Arizona, the emotional impact of art is no stranger to me. Once I told a friend that music is "the communicative method of emotions for which no words exist." Coming here, it is my turn to express those for which words DO exist.

My mission is simple; to analyze art in order that people may understand their own emotions. It's arguable that the world's problems are all the cause of an inability to accept or understand one's feelings. Therefore, this mission is quite important.

Whether I'm writing about Wagner's unpredictable opera reflecting his character, or about a cave I once stumbled upon in my youth in Qubec, I hope that I can make someone understand their own feelings and stop to smile.

I love to read, write, play music, learn languages, visit museums, and pass lazy days on a bench in a park, zoo, or public market observing the simple pleasures that people forget.

I leave you with the wisdom of my mother, who told me in my youth that "La vie est toujours belle, c'est l'humeur qui ne l'est toujours pas" - "Life is always beautiful; it's your mood that isn't always so."

My passion is ...

music

I know too much about ...

nothing:-)

My parents always told me ...

to give twice your earnings

My childhood ambition ...

was to become a pilot

My favorite memory ...

was nothing fantastic; simple is better!

Why I write ...

to help understand my own feelings, and bring that sentiment to others.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Somewhere between Maria Callas and a Mariachi band, I'm always listening to something.

My first job ...

changed me forever.

My best moment ...

is waking up and embracing life, love, friends, pains, and celebrations every day.

My inspiration ...

is life.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Global warming

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When instructed to ask Earth one question - Just one, and no more - I did not ask her why she sweats, For every man knows this. I did not ask her why she wept, For her tears brought life. I did not ask her how she thought, For I'm sure I could never understand. I did not ask her how she was made, nor how she sustained, nor what her mysteries were. Nay, for this, I'm sure, is simple. Instead, in marvelous admiration, I asked her a question of the heart: "From whence does your beauty come, Dearest Mother Nature?" And when she answered The forests hastened To listen to the sage: "Only from lo...

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