Give him lead!
I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids.
Only those who went hungry with me and stood by me when I went through a bad time at some point in life will eat at my table.
The problem is not a matter of money. The problem is a matter of dignity.
There are two hundred million idiots, manipulated by a million intelligent men.
Everyone has a price, the important thing is to find out what it is.
Look, Im not a rich person. Im a poor person with Money.
Sometimes I am God, if I say a man dies, he dies that same day.
Women can be quiet, heartfelt or angry, but you will never see them defeated.
I remember from the time I was six until now, my parents, a very humble family, very poor, I remember how my mom made bread to support the family. I would sell it, I sold oranges, I sold soft drinks, I sold candy. My mom, she was a hard worker, she worked a lot. We grew corn, beans. I took care of my grandmother’s cattle and chopped wood.
I know one day I will die. I hope it’s of natural causes.
May you, yours and those around you have the good and the beautiful in your favor; that next year as well as better is different, that it is yours. Embrace yours, life is today.
It doesn’t matter how many times you feel trapped. There is always a way out. Don’t give up.
Never talk much about yourself to people, in times of envy, the blind man sees again, the mute to speak and deaf to hear.
You take care of me, I take care of you. You betray me, I kill you.
It’s rude to talk with an empty head.
Drug trafficking destroyed my family. It gave us the world, and then it took it away.
Unfortunately where I grew up there was no other way and there still isn’t a way to survive, no way to work in our economy.
Well, from the time I was 15 and after, where I come from, which is the municipality of Badiraguato, I was raised in a ranch named La Tuna, in that area, and up until today, there are no job opportunities. The only way to have money to buy food, to survive, is to grow poppy, marijuana, and at that age, I began to grow it, to cultivate it and to sell it. That is what I can tell you.
Reconciliation is not usually part of a Colombian’s vocabulary.
You should never feel better than others, even the rain that comes from the top ends falling always at our feet.
Loyalty, honor and respect are words that forget ordinary people.
