It is an attempt to defragment me and the arduous task of describing me

Ready, Steady, Go! I wake up very early I make coffee and put the bread in the toaster while I run to the bathroom but with my eyes glued I should not have slept so late! - I think - The same thing always happens to me! Have I already sent the mail to the teacher? Now I have doubts the water is very cold well in this way I wake up at once tomorrow I give two blows with the hammer to the water heater and voilà it smells like something burns the bread! almost almost thank goodness that I like the well roasted bread hurry up because the traffic becomes heavy on the highway and I do not want to be late Ok all ready and instead the lights on the board indicate that everything is fine in my car and in Name of God (only here I can pause) - Thanks for everything and I hope Mom is well - (End of the break) Today the class I started yesterday so long with the same content in the class that I do not need to prepare something new let's see how the students react. 107.9 FM no today I do not want to hear news better 94.1 FM because they play the song I like but I do not remember the name What did they say yesterday? ... STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

In this way my days pass, a coming and going in a stream, without stopping to think about "Who I am", without commas, without points, without pauses; until today that I decided to stop. I really like social networks, it's the truth, but it's always been a problem for me when they ask me how are you today? o What are you thinking? I'm not sure they want to really know. A very good friend told me about Steemit, and the second thing she said was: - go thinking of a text where you present yourself -. Got damn! Here comes this problem again. But this time I like the idea of trying to do it because I know someone will read it because he wants to do it.

My name is Roberto but they call me Ro, Rob, Robi, Robertiño, Robert, Bob, Roco, but I'm not sure I know, specifically, who I am, what I am. Sometimes I like to think that I am the result of a collision of love and sex. Other times, I am a fortuitous chance; others, a condensed cloud of stellar dust, but none of that can say who I am. Whatever the case may be, I do not believe that I am capable of giving a sufficient answer to an ontological question, I am afraid of emptiness; At least I do not think I can do it for now, I can probably answer it at the end of my days, I hope.

A few days ago I was talking with my Oriental Literature professor about some concepts and visions of love, pain, addictions; these issues that are transcendental in the east of the world. In this conversation he told me that you do not define yourself by what you say, you do not define yourself by what you think, you define yourself by what you do. I thought it was a good idea, I thought about it, and it's the truth. So, so as not to complicate myself so much in a question that I do not know how to answer, I think it would be best to tell them where I come from, how I live and what I do.

At this height of my life I am an adult for children and I am a child for those who are older than me. An excellent reference that helps me define myself. Do not you think? I was born in a small coastal city, lovely and disorderly; Cumaná, east of Venezuela; It is the first city founded in America. There I spent all my childhood, there I toasted my skin with its sun, there I bathed in salt water and contemplated the greatest sunsets. In Cumaná there are my infant loves, my mother; the record of my great madness, my studies in literature and Spanish; the memory of my friends, the best and most loved. In that town I learned to love selflessly; I imbued myself in the letters and learned to love music and sing in a choir. I sing but I'm not a singer, I write but I'm not a writer; because I'm not sure what everything really is.

I have not lived in Cumana for eight years. I came to Caracas, capital of my country, to work and continue with my studies; my chaotic life. I worked in several universities and colleges. I specialized in teaching Spanish as a second language and I have shared a lot with foreigners, I studied a little German but I do not remember almost anything. I am currently studying Literature of the World, a journey through the different literary trends and movements. It is exciting and very interesting.

When I say that I write but I'm not a writer, it's because I do not do it as a regular activity, not as often as I would like to do it, but this time I've decided to better organize my routine, change this, respond to what I like the most and not save it for me. I want to have the opportunity to do it, it's the reason why I'm here, in Steemit. I really like movies, theater, photography, sex, travel, nature, bonsai and animals, especially dogs. I love poetry, music, literature; so I think that I most likely write about these things and their relationship with my life. I hope my vision pleases the community. The rest of me will know it as long as I publish. I do this, my name is Roberto and I want to share what I live.