| My Gift to Tarja |
| There's no reason to say my name if only I'm a part of the we call "Imaginary Art", Of Imaginary World. Only a part of my own insustancial mind. My real existence is drawing on paper, one thousand drawings susceptible to disapear someday. The Art is subjetive, So I'm subjetive and I could disapear any day, or maybe not... Unfortunately this not depend of me. Don't you think? (: |