I'm 18, and like everyone else at that age, I'm full of energy, untold stories and dreams. I'm studying to be an art historian, but I'm an artist at heart. I write poetry, draw, play the guitar, sometimes even compose my own songs. My poems have something of Warsaw, its gray sky and bright colors of the old city. I dream of a big stage, of my music touching the hearts of people, making them think and feel. To earn extra money, I work as a bartender in a cozy bar near the university. There I can observe the life of the city, the people who come to relax and talk. Sometimes I even sing in a bar and I like to feel the energy of the crowd. I have loyal friends who always support me in my creative endeavors. We go to concerts and theaters together, walk around the old city, share dreams and stories.

Dreams are always swarming in my head, like flocks of birds circling over the city. They are so different, so bright that sometimes I myself get lost in their diversity. My biggest dream is for my music to reach the hearts of people. I want my songs to be heard on a big stage, for people to sing them, and for them to make them feel, think, dream.

I don't like rudeness and greed