Beranger

Studying English has given me a great taste for writing. So far I only have three poems and the beginning of a novel. I hope to write more than this, but my inspiration, my only muse, makes me too miserable thinking about her. I have nothing original for love inspires us all, but my deep emotions are clearly transparant and, may I say without pretention, moving.
I am also highly opiniated about the nature of the human beings, which I see extremely and doomly negatively. But this, I only intend to express in my novel, not in my poesy