Self-definition should be an easy task for someone who suddenly goes through life without knowing what is going through it, that is why this first text could suddenly turn out to be not only me but anyone who tries to express itself as a task not very easy. Of course, it is an effort perhaps "simple" if you group words to convey a false image adjusted to esthetic parameters or that is me, but make an introspection of who is one is a deep, delicate and honest work.
I will not begin by saying sentences full of nonsense words like "I was born in such a part, I like to eat this and drink that" No, more if I would like to apologize if I somehow seem somewhat cocky when I express myself with you but, remembering to my pretty grandma, "things are the way they are and if they are not".
I am old enough to be able to speak for me (oh, how awful it seems that the majority can do it without obstacles) of my things and circumstances. I have lived not enough but if necessary to transmit essential elements and, by saying the word "essential" I automatically remember Antoine de Saint-Exupéry author of "The Little Prince" "... only with the heart can you see well; The essential is invisible to the eyes".
I have loved, hated, forgiven, laughed and made to laugh. They have loved me, offended, betrayed, forgotten. I have fled and ambushed. I look beyond the shapes and colors. I hear every trilling of birds, every discordant note I detect it immediately. Perfect melodies of instruments or voices that generate in my true devotion. I feel like every drop of dew, every sunbeam or as the soft breeze that sneaks between the trees makes you experience that forgotten and despised peace that many seek but nobody knows how to find. I am faithful to myself, to my convictions and principles despite having been a coward and a traitor. I am in synthesis better person than yesterday because I am upright about my mistakes, those that serve as a foundation when you internalize them, when to accept and recognize and worse than tomorrow because I know that the way to learn and correct is long, stormy and exquisite. Here I am ready for me, to give free rein to the written words that I hope will turn into delicate plots full of passion for reading.
Count on me, as a humble reader - rapporteur, simple and profound human being who is pleased by the contact with you and that wonderful world in which I start now and that I find plagued by individually magical, different and virtuous beings.
Alejandro Díaz.
Caraqueño, Venezuelan inveterate.