this is always a struggle to me,finding out who am i. i'm just 23 yr old, and don't have a clue. i don't know myself enough yet. this is why introducing me to you is like the hardest thing i ever did, and this is why it took me a month to publish it.
These years I have felt how my memories melt in a dreamlike way, the photos I take with my cell phone have become blurred, and opaque, and has taken root a blue king, just as when the sun falls on the mountains.
The truth is that I have not gone through very good times lately, but I do not complain, I do not have a bad life, there are people who still love me, whom I actually miss a lot, even if they are one or three blocks from where I am 
I tried that the post did not have that bitter tone, that sad note, but, I could not just hide it.
I am a sad but serene person, I do not know what I want to do with my life so I just let things happen
Sometimes I write, and from time to time I sculpt.
these are only 2 things of some that I once did:
this ones no longer exists, they stole it from the ceramic workshop with several others that I had finished, they are small enough to put it in your pocket
I'm one of those who rarely says what he thinks and is dedicated to please others, but this time i have so much to say and instead i feel like all ideas collide like a train, all wagons rushing one after the other jumping over, I would like to speak with you more calmly and I hope to be able to tell many things that I have never been able to, that I have tried to sweep under a carpet.
I think I can say that I am an amateur photographer, is that what is said?
I was going to upload a photo, but I'll leave it for another post, I do not have to let it all go at once.
finally this is a photo of me
