A beggar, a sinner and a man

Occurs with my translation techniques as well as with my techniques in digital drawing, hahahahahaha, that although they are somewhat rudimentary and archaic work and fulfill its mission. I also am a person lucky to be able to read your writings and when any one of you loses a little of your time reading my stories, looking at my drawings, or smiling while reading any of my Surrealist poems.

Already knew about the cat and is that it is priceless, I have four cats and the last to get saved it the last Christmas die frozen, was simply a joke.

In relation to this poem what I say? That innocent blood has always been poured by the hand of criminals by stones of any mountain or any city, I am a sinner and a beggar, just one man, but my hands are not stained with blood, and although I am a sinner, a man and a beggar... I am not a criminal

I love the poem from Jail, strength, truth, sensitivity and tenderness that apart from the beauty of the rhyme, invite the reader to something very necessary, think.

A greeting