An introduction should usually be written very easily, but in this case, writing the introduction seemed to me the most difficult thing.
I am an ordinary man who over time wrote, only wrote what he had in his heart, with his soul, without taking into account the rules according to which today's writers and books work.
I just wrote never believing that what I write will reach people's hearts, I just wrote leaving behind what the soul may never be able to show, I wrote. Poems, small fragments of text, small stanzas left in the wind, just written.
My intention was never for people to know me, for many years my little page of poems was and still is under the shadow of a pseudonym with the simple idea of āābringing a smile to the readers, to remind them that in this life the beautiful, simple things did not die, they were just forgotten, there, somewhere in the chest of memories.
The introduction is not about me, but about the words that managed to render the simple in its most complex way; maybe, sometimes, in this life we āāneed to take a breath of fresh air, to look at the sky, leaving aside all worries and upsets and to spend a little time with ourselves.
On piano notes, violin, this is exactly how all the lines in this book were written, unshadowed by any external influence, only the pen and I were best friends for many years and we still are.
I hope that those who will read this book will smile, at least a little and not forget that, no matter how hard life is, all beautiful things reside in the human soul, and they are the ones that give strength, hope, the courage to be and to move on.
Dearly,
a man