Who I am

To say "who I am" would be just another lie.

Yeah, because it's not my name

My profession

My work

My tasks

My Obligations

My desires and my wishes

Who will confirm who "I am"

I like to say that "I am" an infinite number of doubts

A basket of poetry,

A river of poem,

A forest of soft aromas,

A universe full of secret.

All and nothing, this is "who I am"

I know if I say what "I am" without knowing myself; I'll limit myself to what my "I am" never wants to be! A human being defined and limited by something that even he does not know!