I was borned in a tropical island, and there I am, still. Lost.
I am a single soul, a small sparkle of energy, still glowing but invisible in front of the power of the storms with raging thunders as the consciousness against the flesh gods.
I am one and no one as I'll be and not.

I travel worlds and realities.
I help, I steal, I kill and I heal.
I fight the world everyday, facing the evil, standing against pain.
I search the beauty and quietness, even the most hiden one. But still, I tear out the weeds, as there is no good in the beautyful flower which will explode your tires.