The Birth of the Collecton

    I love the moon, I love  the sun, I love the existence itself. It's amazing the way animals have relationships, the way the climate changes put on itself cyclically and even the succession of random events that bring us to the life found nowadays in this planet. However, what truly fascinates me is the human existence. Each one of them is pullulated of so may feelings, desires, frustrations and, despite all of that, they keep working on in an apparently normal way every fucking day.This piece of existence which make them fragile, which invade them in such deep way that the invisible scar will never be healed, is the same that makes them so strong. The human existence seems to have such things. A few milleniums ago I bring my attention to these beautiful creatures, the human beings, and I must say that these last millenium years were the most interesting years in my not so brief existence. I can't remeber exactly when this all have started up, but I know I've been always there, predestinated to avoid forever the endless rest. Because of that, I remain as a shadow in the darkness in the darkness of society - invisible, but always present -, and I observe the lives and paths of some people. I enjoy collecting stories. These are some worth to tell you about.