It will be called Francisco De La Vega. Francisco is this guy that does not matter much of the future of the world, in his tunes as a wanderer always wounded somewhere, he does not stop raving when to turn around you stick a good tape well placed, if you have fun to him caress the shoulder. The zither and the wawa are his drugs, when he is not in search of his only administrable dose in case of big jumps. Because he is like that, he likes the big, the "dirty". The banana is his favorite meal, take care to touch his guard eat if he does not invite you, because the echo of his voice is heard, and running is useless as he is the example of the surfer d money that will never match the speed it develops on its bike. Time matters little, for he knows how to differentiate between urgency and infinity, and chooses his friends solely for the energy he brings to him, and his life that he gives. Francisco turns out to be a proud Sioux warrior for whom love was a war in which he left feathers, and will never seek to be that beautiful majestic bird that everyone hopes to be. Francisco is someone who lives the moment, an infinite repetition of the pleasure of being there, to enjoy those he loves, the few weapons that allow him to fight for what he loves. An outlaw for whom type is the luxury of the world, because everywhere he will feel at home.