It is the first time that I write something to publish.

I have to confess that I feel a little strange, a mix of feelings inside me and more challenge because it is not in portuguese, but in some way I have to start, so here we go!

I always had a relationship with words, more specifically with literature. The books are my safe place and I can remember when I finish my first book that was called (in portuguese) "Na Margem do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei" by Paulo Coelho, this day will be forever in my mind...and give me a lot of power. The power to know that I'm capable of finish something that I started, the power to learning new things and discorvery new worlds, the power to know my self.

And have been this way since I was 9 or 10 years old, travelling around different places from Galactic Empire with Asimov to Macondo with García Márquez.

But now something inside me change: the desire to write down my own words and experiences. My heart scream it to me and I don't have power to fight against it. Is just throw the seed in the wind and someday, perhaps a tree can grow up and give fruits and flowers to the world.

Someday, maybe, someone can be saved in the same way that I was saved by the books that I read.