Pray, touch, drink from the river, but never swim in it,,,,, they said.... . . It has always been like that . The magic of the stories,,,, The story of human ..... Some prefer to act as the stories say but some prefer to make their own... On that sad day, while all my people were praying around the forbidden river, I jumped... I jumped deep in it . A head,, full of questions a heart ,,full of fear . It's the end ,,the voices in my head said .... It's the end of your story... Jumped under .. . So much pressure here So much pain... Feels like my body's exploding Feels like it's my end for real . But . Once I found my self in tail and fins.... . New beginning New being No more superstitions No more thirst Freer than the river Freer that the wind . .

Listen I'm here to tell you.... To tell you my own story