I have known the people with the heart more ruined than the buildings of Kabul. I have seen to rich that only had misery and to poor that were giving wealth to full hands.

I have been in places where there was only happiness. I have looked at sceneries as cold as some persons and have been careful of not becoming bad.

Also I could have contemplated the people who was teaching the world from the top of a smile and had not looked after at all.

Sometimes I have allowed myself to go for the emotions and this time has gone out for me free whole. I have walked I take off for the sand of the Cabo de Gata and undress for the heart of my friends. I have swum and have not kept the clothes. I have drunk from the glass of the sorrow, taking good gulps of intense and rich moments.

Now I open a new window in my life. That of being something that I have never thought being. I was never tuno.
I was ever not even close to it being. And thanks to the vital madness of those that triscan in the Tuna of District of Murcia, I meet accepting an honor that compromises me moreover with Murcia and with his people.

As vagabond, accepted dog the caress. Since I have always been of good to eat, me like the shyness and the trouble and I will enjoy the distinction that the good people do to me.

Thanks to all that you keep on thinking that it is better to run about I release although you have to face some rat, through that to live with the sensation of rust that gives to absorb the morsel that takes between the teeth.