David Amaretto Bona-Mana

CALI, VALLE DEL CAUCA Colombia

Teacher

I though that I can see me laughing, than I can see me like them... But I`m not this way... My way is powerful, deep and burning My way is brother of Pain, and the both are my growth... Don´t look at me Like an ordinary man, I´m a lot of things away from that; I´m a wolf over cold mountains, A phoenix on the top of Vulkano... Don´t look at me just like people, I´m so much more than that! I have to pay the Pain, the cost of my Freedom I have to burn them everyday until their masks are falled and the greatest battle I´ve won I love like a fire crow, a blowing nightly raven; with explosive dreams, on a terrific land... with spoiled handas into the scarlet bleeding