For someone who likes to write and share their letters, like me, just knowing that there are people who for some reason still your comings and goings, it is a great satisfaction. Most people who often go to my web page, so from affection. Other on my way to express what I feel at all times. Some do so because they share the hobby of writing, and also there (although I know they are the minority) who do just hoping to find a writing which can deduce that my life is wrong. To those people is who dedicate these letters today. To those people who prefer to blame others for their personal, emotional or sentimental failures. When they, the only culprits of how they have handled the threads of his life. To those people who come here looking for some gossip episode thriller, a chapter of which might embarrass or a page you should start my life.

To those people I just want to tell you that I fully proud of every one of the things I've lived (good, fair or poor). Proud of each of my trips, because of them I have learned and matured. Proud of each of the people who have come into my life. Of those who are gone and that have been, for all I learned something ... all I experienced something unique. The weather can not stop or rewind. The past is just that, the past. Experiences and lessons that make our particular book of life. Proud of my failures because they have provided a new opportunity to compose myself and look ahead. With each one I've matured, I have acquired wealth and above all, I have shown how strong I am.

Proud of the tears I shed, because life has compensated me with lots of smiles. Proud of what I've done, even if my actions were wrong, because I have peace of mind that I have never done anything with the intention of doing damage free. To those people who dare to make value judgments about me without even knowing me, I can only say THANK YOU. Thanks for making me important in their lives, because if only to judge or criticize, the hassle of having me present are taken. I know it's much easier to lash out at others, rather than look in the mirror and ask ourselves what our level of responsibility in this or that. It is less painful blame our unhappiness away, out of reach, because that can better justify our own mistakes. It is easier to think that nothing would have happened if such person had not crossed our lives, but nobody crosses anyone's life by chance, and the decision of whether that someone is or not is ours. We who open or close the door to appear in our lives. We who have the last word.

It costs less criticizing and insulting to another, do some soul searching. Yes, I have been wrong on many of my decisions, but I am solely responsible for them. Each of the writings of this website, is a piece of my life. Each of my scraps is a piece of my soul. I've loved and I wanted (which is not the same), and I also love ever confused with other feelings. I was the first for some people, and last for many others. I have loved dearly, and they also wanted me from madness. I have disarmed the heart and what I have recomposed. I have been given new opportunities and I have given. I have made big and small. They made me believe in life above all else and have also killed me in life.

They gave me moons and stars and have also lowered me into hell, have forgiven my mistakes and I have also forgiven. They made me feel the happiest and the unhappiest man. I have sweetened the ear, while they gave me to drink the poison of treason. And I keep EVERYTHING ... because everything is part of my life. I have lost many battles, but I'll win a war. The most important, the one that worries me ... war against myself. The war against my "wannabe". So I am not ashamed of anything I've done. I have drawn the many doubts that have brought me here. I have made many mistakes but nobody forget that in the dark is easy to trip over any obstacle.

So those people who follow me, with the sole intention of opening one day my web page and find something that makes you rejoice in my pain, just tell them that day, also be proud. Hurt, but proud, because pain is also a feeling, and while it is capable of feeling, it means I'm alive.

Before concluding, just one more thing ... I do not blame blaming or judge you for judging me. I can come to understand your anger and even your pain, because like I know you follow me, you know I've been through something similar. Just let me remind you that love can do everything, and all-forgiving. It's hard to give up when you still feel, but to hold love ... must have two hearts beating in it are.