I was in the terrace of the sambil, already I was having to begin to work. Tired, smoking a cigarette and looking at the highway, i was thinking about the things that it had managed, I realized that I have not achieved anything, I have lost time of my life treating to reach something, seeing reality made some of my dreams but everything remains in a simple illusion. It wanted that all the problems of my life were removing as the smoke of my cigarette, but they do not continue there, like this dark street or alley along which you have to walk every day fearfully, insecure to come to a certain site. Every young sees his dream to die, the life escapes of his hands, some of them with luck improve his situation. Living one day simultaneously through the things it returns more difficult for those which capacity of survival this one coming to the limit. 
In the middle of this political, social and economic war that happens in my natal country Venezuela, I decided to count something on me, something that identifies us as human beings and that separates us from the rest. I was born in caracas on November 27, 1994, under Aaron Abraham's name my parents are Ligia Margarita and Angel Arana. Being my Venezuelan mother and my Peruvian father. I have 3 sisters, two of them on the part of my father of his first marriage, angela teresa and ruth mery, raquel and I are those of the current marriage. finished high school in 2011 , I have not begun to study in the university, but I wait to begin soon out of the country. I grew in one Christian family, where God the sceptre of everything in our lifes and that we must love some others, sings in the choir of the church many years. But something wrong with me, and since in all the families there is a black sheep, myself to assume this protagonism. I am declared gay, my parents do not accept my form of life but at least they support to the margin of it. What can I say? I born this way as she says lady gaga in her song. Since every boy of my age I have dreams, things for reaching. Something that moves me, that makes me feel freely is the music, is something so vital as to breathe, makes me think, fly, cry. Singing and I do not do it badly, is something that I like to do. Now in the middle of this social and political war that happens in Venezuela, I am in a crossroads: to be going and to seek for a better future to help to my family or me to stay and to fight for my country. Already it is a midnight, it will hope that it dawns and already I will have taken a decision.
