Carlos De La Torre

What do I say about myself, I don't know me. I don't really know anything, night after night I think relentlessly. About hate, love, anger, despise, happiness, money, society, lonliness. ALways esaping myself, the scars on my body the reminder of my humanity and mortality. All I know in life is what I like, I like to read, I like to play, I love to cook, I like full moons, I love company, I love beautiful women (and ugly ones too), I love to express myself, I like to rest, I like to love. This is who I am, without knowledge but full of things I like.