I am afraid of lack and nothingness, and a little of spiders and nuns. I identify with joy, there is a lot of it in me, I rather see the world with trust and in its many colors. I used to want to be happy when I grow up, now I am an adult and I am happy, and when I grow up I want to be happy too. Words arouse emotions in me, most of all those describing food or art. Generally, they are words. And movement, a lot of movement.