I love my mother as an 8-year-old boy, but I like to be alone, like an elderly octagenarian.

I feel like 30, but the mirror says that apparently I have around 50, although when I ask, they say that I’m sure 60.

I enjoy all kinds of music, from prehistoric drums, to current rhythms and lyrics that show our decline.

I was crossed out with the slogan of the crisis of the 40s, because as soon as I could I began to enjoy the air on my face and the freedom of my motorcycle, however, it is more than 10 years old, and now it also fills me with life to ride my bike.

I enjoy both the best hotel as a serious and mature man, as well as the bonfire at dusk on a lost mountain, with no other sign than that of the stars, and the curiosity of one squirrel or another.

I drink beer like at 20’s, I work hard and I’m flirtatious like at 30’s, I have several challenges ahead of me like at 40’s, I look for perfection like at 50’s, I travel and write wanting to leave a mark like in the 60’s, I read as many books as I could at the 70’s, and sometimes I give a fuck about everything as I could at my 80’s.

Oh my God, more than one said when the father of his children put on an earring, the truth is that I was drunk and surrounded by friends, that when they said «you don’t dare,» there it stayed in my left ear forever.

Today I can tell you, that one of these days we can find ourselves, maybe they see me in a tie and dumbbands signing books, maybe playing dominoes in a cafe with 3 other gentlemen, or in a canteen with 3 workers, maybe in nowhere with 5 days without bathing, maybe in a grandson’s piñata, maybe on a motorcycle ride or at a concert, going down a hill with my bicycle or hopefully flirting in corner of a secret place.

I only have one serious problem and that is that I don’t want to get old, and I ask the gods, not even crazy, to take me any of these days, when my presence is a monserga, in this universe.