Infinite Breeze.: The poems of the Freedom

This book has dumb and desperate screams. Cries of a pilgrim fleeing from the social stigmas that oppressed my nature, living as a social exclusion because of my independent personality, with a backpack on my back sleeping in the open, getting away from disturbing problems, traveling paths and getting to know worlds, hearing the voice of the winds and storms without having a true home that would give me shelter and peace. I survived the bad and the supposedly good, denying a life that other people had designed for me.