The maturation of my soul. Enduring ups and downs... each time I learned new facets of my consciousness, pouring out the resulting emotions in poetry.... First of all, the burning pain forced me to get up from my knees and move forward, overshadowing the canvas of my soul with a veil of darkness, but later in my life slowly and Happiness entered very carefully, collecting bit by bit the fragile vase of my existence. The path I had taken led me to an awareness of myself, my essence... But my soul also became hotter from the newfound strength, which made my blood boil and my creativity fill with new colors...