I Am What I Am and You Are What You Are

I realize I'm the same, but a little different... My cry it is uneven, it is not of sadness, it's primal ... crying the heritage of the world ... If we live with defects, correct the precepts for the ideal future ... Who's afraid of ugly face, do not you look in the mirror ... Most of all is impressive in me, but together, missing piece ... For me ugly it's the dark, pretty is the space.... Courage has the sword that hurts, yes, but in noble combat ... coward the razor that cuts without reason and without art .... I'm fine nylon zero, I'm softer , i do not apply the intelligence as a weapon, nor strength as a shield ... I'm a friendly as warm blanket comforting without shiver ... I'm chocolate hot that heats up your bed in the cold ... Who wants to live deceived to seek owl honey, seek the smell of cheese ... who wants to walk backwards, then imitates crab... I only speak well of women because it is a noble figure, I say that woman is pretty does not need painting ... Everything in her is splendid... mouth sans drawn, no lacks lipstick ... And I walk slowly always loving the women... My heart today decompensated, fear fatness and wrinkle ,,, yesterday it ran as the wind, today i'm done turtle...!