A land full of distortions in the western eyes… FARC and guerrillas feared by fear-mongers’ victims coming from abroad. To me only maracujas, bananas and lovely people, presumably the people who better speak Spanish in Abya Yala… ‘ta bueno entons. With the rhythm of cumbias I will dance with my bike on the mountains and the jungles of Colombia’s paradise.
Querido hijo feliz cumpleañös muchas felicidades que Dios te bendiga un beso TITA.