They are all my enemies

I am a beautiful person hiding inside the skin of a ugly person. Do not think that my gunshots will be less accurate than my words. And what is manhood? It is not what you see with your eyes, but what I feel inside me. And they are not forgetful, and their tragedy is not my tragedy, but I am committed before my conscience. And my tragedy is that I deserve the best but I get the worst… always. May God have mercy on me from a reader who flattens my words… and from a critic without conscience… and from a printing press that does not turn… and from a society like an oil lake. I describe myself: I am hated to the marrow… hunted to the last tavern in the world… I am the laugh that does not miss on others’ lips… I am the one who is chewed and spat out by eyes quickly like a machine gun… I am the one who has to apologize for his appearance every time he sees an Adam’s eye… I am the moon that overlooks a no field… the only star that sends its sparkle to a no eye… I am the person placed in sub-zero cold; but my heart still beats with life and my mind still glows with radiation… I am the sheep that, if it wants to approach the flock, is pushed back by a stick… I am the lost and the wasting… I am the very loss.