Illustration

My illustrations are where words and images meet — a dialogue between visual rhythm and poetic silence. Each drawing is a fragment of an inner landscape, shaped by emotion and reflection. Through color, line, and texture, I translate the language of feelings into digital form. The accompanying poems weave another layer of meaning, allowing each piece to whisper its own story beyond the surface.

The Righ key
The Right Key

Guess.
The key is
inside your mouth. 

Yes. That horn can hurt you
Yes. That horn can hurt you

I don't know if you should approach
-moon man-
too much
to this nameless beast
that some say is light.
You don't know what will be
Behind the mask
you can find
the wind
the sea
and a skein
of red threads.
Under the veil,
many fantasies
on the skin: desire.
In the aimless hair:
freedom.
But beware:
that horn can hurt you. 

I can't hear you
I can't hear you

From two opposites, two beings try to communicate. One seems to ask for help, the other perches on the ground to come closer to listen to it. They seem to reflect each other ... 

Invitation
Invitation

I give you flowers.
They are not new,
they hardly perfume anymore,
nor do they keep color,
but they are unique.

I know that you bring
your own wounds
and I have no cure
but a kiss
from a distance.

So I expose myself
I don't keep my doubts
I can't find answers
and I lack wings
but I risk everything:

My flowers
that are yours
if you want them,
or what is the same
my soul.


Beast
Beast

Sometimes I'm afraid
and close the door
my caged beast
complains, complains

I don't want it to come out
to break the grille
I hug the key
I stay alert

I talk to him quietly
I lie to her, I hurt myself
I caress her a little
so I distract her

If she escapes someday
the past is over
I'm overcome by desire
sin catches up with me. 

The Embrace
The embrace

Without you knowing
I tame you
with whispers.
I lift you slowly
from your world
built.
I take off your shirt
-you don't stop me-
to fill you
with my hands
I embrace you
with my broken wings,
my strong wings.
I entangle myself in your hair...

I would like
that this instant
were not so fleeting
nor imaginary 

The death of the witch
The death of the witch

She thought she was invincible
to worldly feelings
When she met him on a road to nowhere
Enchanted by the magic she chased the perfume
She thought she saw more than beauty within it
the same darkness that inhabited her.
She tried to heal the wound of that wounded being
and ended up sticking the deadly, poisoned arrow.
The being fled to the freedom that awaited him
between melodious words
The butterflies died
The perfume became a dream
The thread broke.
She became nothing. 

Domesticate
Domesticate

Teeth, tongues
Do you want to kill me?
Possess me, devour me?

In a trance I cast a spell on you:
sweet words,
sings in the air.

To tame you,
before your rope breaks
and you drag me away.

Look behind the mask
I am also a beast
wanting to break free


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