I am the sound of lost time, beating inside my bark. I am a magnolia tree. I am a photographer without a descent D-SLR, who loves film, but who has an ecologist conscience. I'm fire dancing in the walls of memory; the wonderer filmmaker who doesn't write. I'm the indescribable blossom of a consumerist society, I love Macs. I'm the adventurer that bites his tongue and jumps over waterfalls. I'm idle, nothing but a painter of light and shadow, a verse, a stanza.