The first air I breathed was perfumed with orange blossom from the orange groves of the Grao de Gandia.

I am a self-taught violinist. In this profession that gave me fate I have found everything I need, intimate contact with wood and music. Making such a noble material vibrate with harmony is an exciting magical act.

Among aromatic shavings of trees that sing, writing poems is just a primary need for relief when you incubate verses because life hurts.