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Sometimes, dreaming…
I was think about u, without meet u yet, but hoping someday to be with u and be happy...
And sometimos too, i think about never will be...
My mom never teach me to hope for my dreams...
But one day, wake up and say, “ i must to dream to leave this jail...”
And stand up, understand, yes u can...
Can i do?...
Firts i must to see arround me...
And know all the dificulties that u must to overcome...
Uribe Ángel Parte Alta: My Barrio
And inside my jail…
My home
Maybe u ask “why he call (the Jail)?” ok, u will understand with some time why…
Come on, i invite u to home…
This is the hall...
And the corridor to kitchen...
I can´t touch here
And this is the kitchen…
The breakfast “arepas”
“My bed”The floor..
2.18 mts.
2.35 mts
And the only Window... where i can see a Light
And the HOPE wall.
Now; when u come to my life all has change...
And i can fly....
U give me winds...
Can i do some sport, thanks to u...
I just have to say THANKS, for give me winds happiness, and the hope to leave all my life behind some day... ure the ligth that i need now...