Luciano, 17, Brazilian. Here I am, a package of past memories and future dreams, tied up in a reasonably attractive package of meat. I remember that the meat had gone through, I dream of what can pass. Record here the actions of the optic nerves of taste, sensory perception. And, I think, I'm just another drop in the great sea of matter, defined with the ability to perceive my existence. A phrase now: I've been a little confused, lost, not knowing where we really believe.
people understand my love.
