Intuitive poetry in the reflection of the ecstasy of voice

Every word carries the trace of an experience, every verse is the imprint of a lived moment that transcends time and space, coming alive within the reader as a new perception.

At a time when my life was marked by great and heavy trials, when I withdrew from the outside world and remained alone with myself, I discovered surprising strength in moments of fragility. Without fully realizing it then, it was precisely this that gave me the chance to feel closer to myself than ever before.

In the silence of solitude, I began to sense even more intensely an inner force of strength that spoke to me in the form of a voice. It was as if an inner light touched its own mirror and revealed to me a quiet wisdom that had previously remained hidden. Although my mind often struggled to grasp everything I was experiencing, my inner world remained alive, full of colors, sounds, and insights. I did not fear them, instead, I accepted them and surrendered to their intensity, imbued with a palette of emotions and perceptions. In moments of uncertainty, I did not despair, but trusted. It was within pain that I discovered strength, opening a space for new clarity that guided me toward the beginning of something unknown.

The feeling of presence, depth, and vulnerability awakened in me the need to write, to capture my experiences, feelings, and memories in words, and to give them a form that resonates from within and flows outward. So that the visions would not fade, I began to record them. Words spontaneously poured into verses, shaping themselves into unique structures. I could say they flowed through my body like waves of memory, both calm and turbulent at once, until they found their form on paper.

Aurora, my first poetry collection, was born from an inner necessity, from the desire to preserve and share the visions that shaped me. Writing opened within me a new way of knowing myself, as if a space were unfolding inside me where the authenticity of my inner being could reveal itself. Today, I still write, offering through words the enchantment of the inspiration that arises within me. I look forward to the collections to come, those already created and patiently waiting for the right moment to be revealed, as well as those still yet to find their path through me onto paper.

I wish for these poems to awaken in the reader the same magic with which they were born—the magic of rawness, untamed freedom, and love.

With Love, Ines