(AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL TEXT OF 136 WORDS)-PUBLISHED
I am a man and I practice.
I fed on time of which I waste nothing.
I say time as if I said places and lovers.
Time as I say that I still exist and will survive in memories I negotiate.
Your “yours” I awaken me from history, a tale they say, is always identical to itself.
From stones I learn that life is risk.
In risk I put on my best finery.
I don’t care about surnames of things or animated beings, their presences, their charm, stun me or surprise me.
I build mistakes and successes, venial and fatal at the same time.
I do it with the excitement and desire flowing from an always uncertain present.
Never know where I am or if remain, I just gear and here, in one hundred thirty words, I finished.