I have been born under the january sun, when the grass was pretending to win the battle to the killer summer. I gave a fight in the eightys, where liverpool heroes was breaking scenes with their revolution songs and the love was a big part of fashion.
I have cried when Fredy Mercury died and said goodbye singing his "Rapsodia bohemia"
I have had mornings full of glory and some tears too.
I loved and felt the kicking of three childs.
I have from my mother the way of thinking and from my father the braveness to go through my life.
I am all my fails and some of my rights.
I have me under control, and with this, i am done.