I am the inspiration of my senses, a mind tormented by ideas and a great imagination trapped between words worked beyond aesthetics, so that my letters have meaning. Hidden in a talent to confuse it with weakness.

When I was a child I wrote in my solitude and in alternative imaginary worlds I navigated my ideas transforming them into letters. Locked in a macho and irrational ideal thought, I thought that poetry was time wasted.

Do not show outside what I always hid inside.

When in the past I tried to show my writings, the world with which I interacted rejected my reasoning directly. Without credit and without breath, I hid again. Late in the time I understood that the walls can fall, and with them the chains that bind the imagination in my senses.

Intelligence characterized me from the beginning, but I showed weak when I was really strong, in a labyrinth elaborated by my own intellect, I hid my talents, but time taught me to show myself strong when I was weak.

My talents began to claim an increasingly large space within my fears. The discernment was the one that was revealed against my ignorance, forcing me to express the depth in my letters, I understood to receive gifts from a misunderstood deity, as childlike as innocence itself, imaginable only for the ideal mind.
Never my intention was to eclipse that or another, who never managed to understand my reason, I was a slave of self-pity. Today I want to be that man full of storms of ideas and rain among my letters.
I am the last and I have two brothers and two sisters, still alive in abundance. I am the least graceful and the most abandoned child.
It was, I am, but I do not want to be such a common person for fear of retaliation from envy in the poorest minds. That is why I invite you right now not to be prisoners of resentment and wrong interpretations. Take a keyboard and express to the world what you are capable of with your intellect.

I only say that I am different from the rest, because my mind fluctuates between excellence and intelligence. I will not try to find any excuse, since it is my nature to continue striving, I will try not to explain something that is beyond the limit of my understanding. I was in a hurry to get to the place where I am now, to insist on being able to write to them and also to read them in a logical way. I thank the networks for teaching me until today, I will try to keep growing, thank you for your patience.

Now the world is in my mind, and my mind desires to be deposited in the world. I wish to imagine Stemiit as that world, that immense sea where I will place the boat of my intellect to sail as much as possible and please them with my writings as long as you allow me to do so. grateful for this opportunity.

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I hope this platform (Steemit) is the balm of the inspiration of my intellect to make it flow through each of the people who can read me what I so wish to convey.