After a typical childhood, coming from a not so common family, with a whole universe in my head, trapped wanting to get out... I was 13 when someone gave me a book, who the hell gives a book to a teenager? Bue.... The whole thing was that this change in my life was a novel, but it became a fuse, a classic of literature, Madame Bovary de Flaubert, this was the first book, followed by others, Bronte, Dikinson, Shakespeare... and each one left a mark, a restlessness, then others arrived, some more sinister, some novels, some simple philosophy, other poetry, came Baudelaire And its evil flowers, Nietzsche and its antichrist, Lovecraft and its horror of Dunwich, the music reached 15, with her the Marquis of Sade and her eroticism, then I got to know the night sanctuary and its poetry forum, where I started to create a home, where I knew the capacity I had to write and drain in my lyrics feelings that I used to keep for myself...
At 16 I discovered the power of the story, of a short story that could generate feelings in those who read it, and I began to work on it, some better than others, some happier than others, some very dark, others not so dark, stories.... Before I was 17 I got a page where I created an alias, a personality, a fame, that's how I was born today, Magdalilith. It was born as a necessity, you see, the page was mainly about erotic stories, and as a minor I couldn't publish there so I created an image, a cover page, and little by little I started to publish stories, and my cover page took over me, all my writings, everything I produced, and grew over the years.... Now it's her, one me and one her.
Although over the years I have learned that my beloved alter ego and my real self are one, I still love my alter ego so much that I have never signed a single letter with my real name, so much so that I have never felt that my real self matters, only I am Magdalilith when I sit down to write...
I have managed to publish some poems in a book, and when they asked me to sign them I did it like Magdalilith! I had to give real names, but it wasn't my wish, the alter ego couldn't melt into reality, so it was only Magdalilith... That's why today it's Magdalilith who writes, describe it? No need, you'll see it later when you start reading my material and you have to understand that brain that exists halfway....
All that's left for me to say now is, welcome to my mind. Welcome to my world. Magdalilith has opened the doors of her world once again....
