Monsieur Quincampoix

I like to enumerate, the noise of rain on the windows during winter mornings, the smell of whiteboard-pens, hearing someone else's heartbeat, being the guy with the softest hair in the world and reading books written over a hundred years ago that seem to talk about me.
I love baby elephants, lowcost airlines, silver halides, cold, guitar, piano and other music-producing entities, unwriten poetry, cheap philosophy, basketball, biting... I also love: the word "amalgama", walking in the beach in the winter, beer, summer storms (and their smell in the city), hugging, all women and none, and, above all, in spite of loving it just a couple of days a week: the feeling of being alive.