Lofty thoughts on things you already know The author may not be a Nietzsche, Wilde or Bukowsky, but in such an incisive way, he violates intellectual probity, drinks the absolute, staggers along the straight line, leaning towards the playful mechanisms of poetic imagery which, in a satirical approach, plunges us into the depths of mankind. The poetic imposter succeeds in translating the emptiness of our existence into the rhythms of a captious thought that releases enough coherence to make the most flummoxed reader thinking against his time. Pursuing the shadow of a doubt with rigor, this Philosurfer creates enough wave lines to leave traces of a real original imposture that fixes the ink on the gravity of things that collide with the idea of a feather lifting the weight of the World.
