I need my ghetto to exist: this is where my strength is allocated. My ghetto for me is the beginning and the end of all things. It is the beginning of a beautiful dream, the graveyard where life is destroyed. It’s these asymmetrical buildings with building defects that hug me every day and teach me how to be a kinder person.
The ghetto is where my essence is and where everything was born; my dreams have been built in these streets where there are bodies that, in a pretense of life, are judged to be in the property of the gift of God. Often, living in the ghetto entails this condition, life is sometimes too rough and austere to be able to live it with contentment.
But for me, there is no place in the world where I feel more complete, there is no place in the world where I feel more connected with the reality that surrounds me due to the simplicity of the people that are made here live. The ghetto is my state of mind because it teaches me to be happy. Where is the best place that in the world for you? It’s all in You!