When I was fifteen I was just an average kid. Without friends but with fire in my heart. I spent hours in my room only me and my guitar. Listening to punk rock was the only way out. I was trying to socialize but that mission soon failed. I was longing to become one of those who prevailed. I was strong enough to say what I feel, I was dumb enough to think they would kneel, I was cheeky enough to ask for a change, And blinded to see that I was in a cage. When I was seventeen my life had just begun. With a lot of friends I felt lost so many times. I knew there was a tiny place built for me. But filling it with people crushed my intimacy. I was trying to fit my shoes but the pain remained the same. I was searching for a guiding voice but the sound never came. All this history composed the person I am. All this misery carved the grown-up man. All those experiences built this tower of words. With a faded picture of my face on its top.