After a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.

I come from the so-called Third World (what is the Second)?

I write to understand my circumstances, to sort out the confusion of reality, to exorcise my demons. But most of all, I write because I love it!

There is room in the human heart for all the divinities.

The pain of losing my child was a cleansing experience. I had to throw overboard all excess baggage and keep only what is essential.

Feminism has never been sexy, but let me assure you that it never stopped me from flirting, and I have seldom suffered from lack of men.

With women the best aphrodisiac is words.