Alfonso Madrid Jr.

The calm enters the soul, a humble spirit.  Thorns exposed to the ones that are illiterate to my concept... the fight of a solider never stops.  Freedom, climbing tall pine trees in the cerros of Valparaiso de chile, Free... innocence... I could see the whole world from up there.  Wow!  A fragrance of burning bark, mixed with the smell of bread, fresh out of the oven.  I look out to the sea, sit and wait for the next ship to dock.  My Mom Calls me for dinner.  A childhood lived again through my Daughters.  Viva Chile!

A mission, served and lived on a trial and error stilo, strategy never really giving  a reason, continue cruising on a  repetition consistency route which is also my steez. Appetizing sacrifice on a bed of  confusion is overcome by commitment and dedication, another one of my styles.  The Entre', the leader,  looks beyond and past the horizon to see whats coming and anticipate with great preparation. Enough tools to finish the feast of life... and I am not afraid, but... always hungry! Bustelo time... Check please.