La multi ani, Oana!

" No one truly lives.  
My characters are my loss of sleep.  My homelessness. My fail.
I am a charlatan. I suppress them, I pity them. I leave them incomplete.
They become my everydayness.
My characters have no past, no future, no common sense. 
Their openness makes them shockingly rare.
I am the gaps between their words,
the Christmas lights when one of them is broke,
the lost and found...
It's the opening night.
My characters went looking for the dreamlike words,
and I am still alive."
(from the Literary Manifsto)