M., the interpreter of my feelings

Emerging unexpextedly from an onirical dimesion, M. is the interpreter of myself in art and writing.
She has been always living inside me, stolen sometimes for a little time in past and suddenly refound every time: since lots of years she never left me anymore.
She dig deeper inside me, and produce: express my feelings and behaviour with colors or words, and I execute and perform. 
She can simply explain, clearly, in a direct way, sweet or violent, or donate visual emotions or words that don't tell directly but gives to the observer or the reader the possibility to identify with the artwork or the poem and meet her, M., try to know and learning about her. 
The name M. was born in 2004, during a sunny day, it was the 1th of May and I was finishing a strange oil paintign in which there was a big mouse in the center of the canvas. 
I was deeply influenced by Baudelaire, Huysmans, D'Annunzio, and I finished reading 'Salome' by Wilde...so M. was born.
Beside the canvas board, all in one breath and very high on adrenaline like every time finishing an art realisation... but that day someting was different, a feeling of a new sense of freedom...I wrote:

"The ipocrisy of appearence like a negative mask to go through conduct the inidvidual to the illusion of the possibility of discovering a better 'other' without comprehend that excesses pleasures and bad habit constituite an essential part of being because able of delineate the infinite personalities of the individual that rarely are accepted where the process of the observation results arduous and reserved to the unreachable consciousness that the eye is not the unique organ form which take conclusions". Cit. mia - Torino 1 Maggio 2004 - nascita di M.