“Who am I? I want to talk about what I forgot, what should write as soon as I picked up the sheet and pen.Now I remember what I forgot, I know that I'm not perfect enough to speak about myself, because I feel lack of information about the content. When I say that I forgot, its a way to unknow my reality, although it is an innate knowledge to apply, I do not know how I can tell this yet.I think days and nights in the most pure and simple words that can qualify, describe my self. But where and what lies this unknowlodge? We know that we have come a long way, with missions already distributed, and we do not know when we will finish, but our handlebar, always says get ready, any day your mission ends. Worst of all, we fulfill the mission in a lack of wisdom and respect, to each other.This world was changed into a living hell, and so it goes on to bring us the reality of our deeds. One day I'm good, others not, why? Each day there are surpsrises,and I get conffused,thats why I ask WHO IM?”
