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It was a Thursday, a Thursday like any other, another Thursday, it was 2:05pm, in the corridor of the clinic a cry was heard, a healthy baby weighing 3 kilos 230 grams had just been born by Caesarean section, that Thursday, January 26, 1984, this story had begun...

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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, <i>Madame Bovary de Flaubert,</i> this was the first book, followed by others, <i>Bronte, Dikinson, Shakespeare...</i> and each one left a mark, a restlessness, then others arrived, some more sinister, some novels, some simple philosophy, other poetry, came <i>Baudelaire</i> And its evil flowers, <i>Nietzsche</i> and its antichrist, <i>Lovecraft</i> and its horror of <i>Dunwich,</i> the music reached 15, with her <i>the Marquis of Sade</i> 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...
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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, <b>that's how I was born today, Magdalilith.</b> 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.... <b>Now it's her, one me and one her. </b>

 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 <b>I am Magdalilith when I sit down to write... </b>
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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... <b>That's why today it's Magdalilith who writes</b>, 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....
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