I was lost and long gone in the sway era of valuative.
In seeing myself I started to calm myself,but failed to find myself .
I was doomed and tomb in the mist of culture misunderstanding .
But at the verge of finding myself I started to know myself .
It has been a long historical journey since
Taking you through it will be of essence
The time at Pòŕn La Telettę (nature bridge) was pleasant
That's when History begins to show itself.
I 'm from where the elders lead and the young follow
Where tradition are to be obey and not to be overlook
A place where the mothers the model and the young are the future Heroes .
That is where I m from , that is me in the mist of culture knowledge.
I wrote this poem when I truly started to know my history and where I came from. It was worth searching.