" We all have three personalities;
the one that we feign to be,
which we believe and that really we are "
Three paragraph are enough for me now to describe what it have been without a doubt, the deepest, filled of thorny flowers, road that I have traveled. The one called by many "life": ART. For a few it has become an addictive and sometimes deadly drug, you see, there is a thin line between being a visionary and become a dreamer. I rather being with those, the visionaries. Sighting oportunities miles away, feeling what is arround me like nobody has done it or at least I try. To be honest, I dont know what makes me more complex, if planne and build my life or trying exceed my elevated expectations of the world. However both things have been develping in this last years, trying to find the threshold of my youth. This first of all.
The fact of me spending years burning nights with idialization of a promising future, full with art, people and liveliness; makes me think of how located I am, with my feet on the ground and my mind all over. I could even ensure that theres is no step I could take now, or a single word that could slip away, that are not related with things I've been doing for years and want to achieve in the nearby years. I dont pretend to be wise but honest because wisdom comes from inner and outer honesty. I feel privileged for having my parents' support and maybe that is what makes me feel more committed with what I came here to be and do and this could be just truthly do what I want, without conflict of any kind because at the end only make me waste time. My valuable time in this state of matter that I enjoy the most with treasure and care.
By last in this short resume but by first in real life, is ART. This faithful lover who has supported me with patience even in my darker shades, every night helters me and welcomes me, with warm kisses of oneiric images. Art has been like a safe box for my memories and emotions in wich I can freely access whenever I want. Nowadays I welcome her as my life tool because brings me closer to my lifetime memories, the near ones in some occasions, some others the distant ones, both equaly built who I was, who I am and who I want to become.Today, here, siting by the couch under the stary and cloudy night, I know everything I've been through, every step, every tear, every word, kiss, verse, every night and day, every single one, are together to pull out of me this, who I am today, what I say and will do. Without doubt if not for this ego full of art and this art full of ego, I would not be where I am ... In myself.
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