¡HELLO!

How are you? I am new and I saw that it is necessary first to introduce myself, and well, I hope to entertain with my life.

It all began on January 18, 1999, a small boy was born in Venezuela, he was at the limit, he did not leave his mother's womb (from birth giving problems). They had to keep him locked up 20 days in an incubator, his lungs were not fully developed.

His growth was like any cliche, bullying for anything. from 10 years until 12 he played baseball. When he turned 13 he realized that his passion was music, he decided to tell his parents to take him to an academy. He spent day and night singing, it was his reason of life. He participated in several competitions, he never won, but he did not give up. until he surrendered (?

Ok, did not give up, just gave priority to other things (How to work), with the passage of time he realized that his talent was not only music, cultural was his thing. He started to dance, forcing his cousin to accompany him (He ended up being better), then he began to act, it was quite dramatic in the same way so he was good at it, and finally he decided to write, in his head ideas were flying, many of them They were cliches, others not much.

He started writing just for him, in all the stories he was the protagonist (Even in those who died, it was fun to kill himself), then his friends told him about wattpad, he liked the idea of showing the public his mental ravings, however, only has gone up 1 full, the others are waiting for a quick update. He was proud of his work, he told everyone about his masterpiece, his story. It was something like this:

Hello Josman! How are you?
Well, I wrote a story, READ it!

And so it was with all the human beings who dared to engage in a non-profit conversation with this boy. Between so much '' publicity '', one of the many living beings told him about another page, a kind of forum called Steemit, he ran immediately to register.

''Register''

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WHAT! 2 weeks? he shouted. He was going to grow old waiting (Or so his exaggerated mind thought), day and night he left his mail open waiting for the pleasant news, which never arrived. He felt resigned, a week had passed and the mail did not arrive, he was minutes from sending a message to the support, in case they forgot his registration, or something ... That same day (He was in programming classes), he decided ignore everything and open the mail.

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He shouted, he forgot that he was in full development of the class.

Something happens? -said the teacher-
Yes, no, nothing, professor.
Of the class.
Oh no. (Your references are not my business)

And so it goes, he has not died yet, and seconds ago he published his first post on Steemit, called "Introducing myself Spanglish", I hope you liked it.

Ahora en español

¡HOLA!

¿Como están? soy nuevo y vi que es necesario primero presentarse, y bueno, espero se entretengan con mi vida.

todo comenzo el 18 de enero de 1999, nació un pequeño chico en Venezuela, estuvo al limite, casi no salia del vientre de su madre (desde recien nacido dando problemas). Tuvieron que mantanerlo encerrado 20 dias en una incubadora, sus pulmones no estaban desarrollados del todo.

Su crecimiento fue como cualquier cliche, bullying por cualquier cosa. desde los 10 años hasta los 12 paso jugando beisbol. Cuando cumplio 13 se dio cuenta que su pasion era la musica, decidió decirle a sus padres que lo llevaran a alguna academia. Pasaba dia y noche cantando, era su razon de vida. Participó en varias competencia, nunca ganó, pero no se rendia. hasta que se rindio (?

Ok, no se rindio, solo le dio prioridad a otras cosas (Como trabajar), con el pasar de el tiempo se percato que su talento no iba solo a la musica, lo cultural era lo suyo. Empezo a bailar, obligando a su primo a acompañarlo (El termino siendo mejor), luego comenzo a actuar, ya era bastante dramatico de igual manera asi que se le dió bien, y por ultimo decidió escribir, en su cabeza volaban ideas, muchas de ellas cliches, otras no mucho.

Comenzo escribiendo solo para el, en todas las historia era el el protagonista (Hasta en las que moria, era divertido matarse), luego le hablaron de wattpad, le gustó la idea de mostrarle al publico sus desvarios mentales, sin embargo, solo ha subido 1 completa, las demás estan en espera de una pronta actualización. Se sentia orgulloso de su trabajo, a todo el mundo le contaba acerca de su obra maestra, de su historia. Era algo así:

¡Hola Josman! ¿Cómo estás?
Bien, escribí una historia, ¡LEELA!

Y asi era con todos los seres humanos que se atrevian a entablar una conversacion sin fines de lucro con este chico. Entre tanta ''publicidad'', uno de los tantos seres vivos le contó sobre otra pagina, una especie de foro llamado Steemit, el salio corriendo de inmediato a inscribirse.

''Registrarse''

¡QUÉ! ¿2 semanas? gritó el. Iba a envejecer esperando (O eso pensó su exagerada mente), dia y noche dejaba su correo abierto esperando la grata noticia, la que nunca llegaba. El se sentia resignado, ya habia pasado una semana y no llegaba el correo, estaba a minutos de enviar mensaje al soporte, por si se olvidaron de su registro, o algo... Ese mismo día (Estaba en clases de Programacion cabe resaltar), decidió ignorar todo un poco y entrar al correo.

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Gritó, se le olvidó que estaba en pleno desarrollo de la clase.