Romeo MonroseProbably born in Guadalajara... a woman called mama... a man called papa.... five years old, explosion... no home.... a man called uncle with bike... long way to the mission of Fathers... mystic youth... Latin dialogue with a mute God... angels in scool called girls... war... war... peace... no job... no culture... no love... a man called brother... books... music... women called gentle devils... journeys to other worlds... different languages... a wife called my sky... children called my kittens... job called my fortune... house called our home... dream and nightmare called The Feminist Empire of Popess Lucretia. Read More Read Less