Big Bang of a Personal Mission I am not given to trends, I am not given to fashion, I am not a man of the latest news, neither I am trivial. I am a son of the moment of spontaneous outpour, a being of drives, a flower only God nourishes. I do not favour crowds, neither like obeying grounds, I do not wish to excel falsely, I was born from the vagina of innocence. They created me to find my own way out, that is how they threw me into this world; my hands are steel clamps, my legs are viaduct ramps, my mind is so solid and bright, following the spirit of future and light. I am inventing new ways, all I do are my own decisions, i do not read titles, papers, columns, I make my own conclusions. I’m not living in the present, I’m not part of the TV event, I’m not an Internet network, I’m a long ago forgotten book! I am the spark of an idea, The Big Bang in the chamber of intuition, The Big Bang of a personal mission, the amazing being of difference...
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