Liberated from the dangers of the irrational wild beasts in Amporá, from the turbulent waters of the Baudó River, which casts magic spells, the plots and sorceries of the occultism practiced by my ancestors; the divine providence raised me in its magisterial power, taking me to another sphere of rational knowledge in Urabá Antioqueño.

From there, I rose gracefully and portentously, with the help from the powerful hands of the almighty which freed me from the impetus of the Urabaense man who he believed himself to be the owner of life and death.

The Metropolitan city of Medellín; the city of overflowing citizens and cement structures, taught me to get up with tenacity every time I fall. In its subterranean world; drug trafficking began its apogee like the swaying of the waves, a smile could mitigate the desperate world of an overpopulated city; but in the middle of everything I persisted and continued to enhance myself.

Having become a man with more knowledge, not only about life, but also proficient in the academics that enslaved me daily, I chose to go back to transform my ideals in a town that, being small, had much to teach me. In Mutatá, I learned that even through weapons, consciences can be transformed. With their coercive power and fear striking sounds, ideas were created by those with control.

From that facet of my life; I flew very high towards another world; and that same powerful force gravitated me in the direction of an area where the cold weathered my skin and my enchantment, making me stronger. so, I don't know what else can I ask for?