I am the master of communication.

I am poet, librarian and journalist.

I am the last of the famous international playboys.

I don't know if i'm me or the girl in my grandmother's tv.

I am a collection of poems written by an unknown author, an illegitimate daughter of Herodotus, a nymph from your wild forest, an artwork.

I have a bachelor degree in cultural history and astrophysical sciences. 

I am a marble monument with veins and scars on my forehead.

I am Someone who's slowly crawling out of their psychedelic dreams losing touch with reality and myself.

I can play on some unuseful instruments.

I have 2 years experience of hard working in printing industry.

In Finland, I blog constantly on Åbo underrättelser.

In my city seagulls fight for rotting food in the morning sky.

What an inspirational city, where the waters meet and life sprouts.

As a geologist i gained some hands-on experience from working in a mine....a mine of good ideas :)

I was sent home prematurely from the 2013 South Pole Poetry Festival because my poems melted the Antarctica.

My special skills are dancing ballet and riding a horse.

Do you have a job for me?