Biography? ?
Well. Maybe it's interesting to mention that English is not my mother tongue.
I adore language in any form - 'foreign' languages, literature, poetry, the power of words, rhetoric and so on - both writing ('using') and reading ('consuming') it.
And I often think about things. Maybe I think too much.
I hope there are not too many mistakes in the texts I write. I have never passed any time in a country where the people speak English so perhaps my style is not that overwhelming; -)
Forgive me: -D
You watch an old man, bent
Grey face, white hair
A black look from dead eyes
- Life gets into them
...
People forget how to love
Children forget how to laugh
Priests forget how to pray
Farmers forget how to sow
...
when He closed His eyes
sun did frown
a thousand skies
were crashing down
...