THIS IS ME

The first signs had already occurred when I was in my mother's womb, a narrow, cramped place with little food available, without the freedom to move as I wanted, as I desired, and instead I remained still in everything I could have done.

Here comes the day of birth, my mother pushing on her abs as hard as possible, the right dilation and me undecided whether to continue frequenting those places or change house.

In the end, nature wins, when it decides something we are always helpless, and they immediately have to weigh you as if you were a market animal, just purchased: Giovanna the baby is 5.8 kg and was born with the Shirt of Fortune, but ignorance pushes her to erase this detail, not to let anyone know, not to share it, after all she is a seventeen year old girl, who will be decisive for all the things that will happen in my present and in my future, literally changing my life.

She seemed happy, or rather perhaps she was, but her manifestation was immediately extinguished by the arrival of my father who smilingly said to her: you wanted the male, this will lead to your ruin, but the joy that I had arrived and was all hers remained.

Relatives and friends came to see the baby, as if he were a sacrificial lamb, crying profusely and the doctor kept prescribing chamomile as if he were suffering from abdominal colic, post-birth.

The grandmother's ingenuity and experience did not take long to arrive, to affirm that the chamomile should have been given to the doctor who did not understand anything, and instead to express the firm belief that the child was hungry, and in the face of all expectations a bottle full of milk arrived, four portions, which finished immediately and calmed my cries, even though the mother had large breasts, a generous D, but did not help me to breastfeed because of the nervous system, which did not let the milk flow, but from here that wonderful memory, of those large breasts, which will create great attention in the search for women with these characteristics, we loved all women with large breasts, hoping that one day someone would be able to give me hospitality and I would have reciprocated with all my new emotions.

A life as a lucky boy, as a lucky man, as a lucky old man, as an innovative writer, I told my autobiographical stories and my reflections, I was alone, while in my path I always found many people, people better than me, I never had jealousies of any kind, always discreet and never intrusive, because the best never show themselves, while the mediocre ones are always ready to want to change, dominate and manage, but they would always and only remain mediocre, like those who dream, but open their eyes and reality is always the same waiting for them.

Marking the pace was an exercise I did for a year, when I made myself available to do military service, marking the time has never been a problem, but I have always preferred to entrust myself to the care of women, from whom I have drawn pleasure and teachings, love and passion, lessons and betrayals, and there have been so many, no one has ever forgotten me, not even one, because of my loyalty and correctness, without lies, led to do without ever promising.

My mother is the woman who brought me into the world, in her genetic role of being the woman who gave me birth, I was lucky enough to be able to spend only five years with her, this was the maximum time we allowed ourselves, after our paths separated, and at my age I realize that our paths will never meet again.

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THIS IS ME