From Amalfi, land of the jaguar, where the jungle sings with ancestral voice, I crossed oceans with fire in my soul, spark of God, sower of hope.
My steps reached faraway Cambodia, with the Caribbean light and the Andean breeze. In Kep we opened Don Bosco, shelter and home, for children of the world, without fear or age.
Twenty years of priesthood, no truce or pause, with the living word and the heart on the move. The drums of the Tahamians call me, the Nutabes, the Catios keep my cause.
From Muisca wisdom I take time, from Mayan Quetzal, the vision of heaven. With the Quechua spirit sow tenderness, and from the Aztecs, strength that endures.
I don’t carry dogmas, I carry consolation, with playing, with singing, with bread and with mourning. Witness and brother, guide and sower, a Colombian with a lighthouse soul.
My basement is mud, corn and sweat, it’s indigenous embrace, it’s the voice of the Creator. Twenty years later, the jungle smiles: Chasqui de God, still no one can stop us.
Don Bosco Cambodia - DBFC 