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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