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...

Love... Love... Love...