I am a beautiful human being hiding inside the skin of an ugly human being. Don’t think that my bullets will hit the target less than my words. And what is manhood? It is not what you see with your eyes, but what I feel inside. They are not my people, and their tragedy is not my tragedy, but I am committed to my conscience. And my tragedy is that I deserve the best, but I get the worst… always. And may God have mercy on me from a reader who flattens my words… and a critic without a conscience… and a printing press that doesn’t rotate… and a society like a lake of oil. I describe myself to you: I am the one hated to the marrow of the bones… hounded to the last tavern in the world… I am the laughter that never misses the lips of others… I am the one who is chewed up and spat out by the eyes with the speed of a machine gun… I am the one who is forced to apologize for my appearance every time he sees a human eye… I am the moon that overlooks no field… the only star that sends its brilliance to no eye… I am the human being placed in the cold below zero; But my heart still beats with life and my mind still glows with rays... I am the sheep that, if it wants to approach the herd, is turned back with a stick... I am the lost, the wasted one... I am the loss itself