I started writing Poetry as an adult, already living in Ireland, mainly inspired by Yeats Poetry… Nowadays we could say he was an actual creep (pursuing his Muse, an unrequited love for years, even so desperately proposing to her daughter, not to talk about the veiled misogyny and violence described in “A Dream of Death”) but still… in the pursuit of love and beauty as the driving forces of my writing I could call myself a creep too.