Notes I kept a lifetime.

To trace every lonely moment I lived, not to be lost.

Now that the paths end and time erases my footprints in the fog of my mind, I felt the need to find those memories that were mine.

The moments that were mine.

My anxieties about the books I wrote and were mine.

Today I feel like I have nothing of my own anymore.

As if I cut pieces of my soul and scattered it in the wind.

The thousands of pages I wrote. And they were loved.

This book is a gift to my readers. For those who loved my books.

It is the sacred that I kept in my soul.

My intuition about the world and existence.

In "Paths of my angel" I walk again. These asphodel paths that the pain of initiation, the wasteful pain of love, made them fertile and orphic song.