I feed myself of words, those that my soul needs. In the depths of simplicity, I allow myself to sink in them, expand within them. And in the bottom of myself, I wake up all the residents of my rooms for a bountiful supper and make a toast with wine in contemplation with life. I just want to be grateful to it throughout its divinity. I need to eat enough, never too much, because I am hungry beyond the worldly passions, I need to feed myself from the mouth of the knowledge, mortal spirits, passersby, the energy that comes from them letting me to capture their stories, becoming me part of this storyline and, at the same time, learning to contemplate the adversity of human beings with all their follies and daydreams. Making that the present time worthwhile and the future a mere detail. That is how I feed myself! ♥