I was born in Plaza de Toros. Since I was a child I have been wandering through the corridors admiring brave bulls and valiant toreros.
I am bewitched by the corrida, with the colour of the sand of the bullring, cheering of the people at the sunset, with the flash of veronica…but inside of me I feel the pulse of my dark destiny…kill or to be killed.
The curse of being different is like a flame. This fire confuse me, consume me and make me feel alone.
Dedicated to all the persons who suffer from being different...