I was born not on the day I must for if I was a loaf of a bread, I was half-baked. Nevertheless, I'm still the child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars, I still have the right to enjoy my existence like anyone else does. I was growing up in an environment of mature beings where politics, philosophy, religion and literature are often discussed.
I was not born with a silver spoon nor with a golden one. I'm a poor being whom the Gods of Mt. Olympus loathed at. I don't have that machismo look of Apollo nor I have the wisdom of Athena.
I am a person who loves to see the chlorophyll of the plants' leaves and an environment wherein green is the dominant color.
I believe that