For almost all my life, I thought to resemble in character, to my father.
Maybe because every male child, needs to have a personal hero, someone to look with confidence, and with the absolute certainty that that hero, the Father continue to protect it, and whenever.
And he wants to look like.
And so it was.
As long as he lived, my father was driving, lighthouse, safe harbor.
ripeness, desire and sometimes the courage to be able to look to the past without the removal of protective screens, I was increasingly spiritually closer to my mother.
Mother was a simple woman, like maybe only a farmer can be, sweet, romantic, passionate in his love, by emotion and tears easily, but strong, ready to fight, as only a farmer, perhaps, can do.
you, with only schools elmentari to them as a compass, I was informed by his life,
the sake of emotion, kindness, hospitality, proximity to another, love, brotherhood and even one thousand emotions that today, I cling to when life sometimes confuses me, because words and hugs of those who loved us, remain with us.
is to her, to which life has given so much suffering, perhaps too many, (now I am aware) but that has not stopped ever to compete with destiny, and she was crying real tears on any suffering, love story, I dedicate this first post of 2010, and this song, I am sure, would have liked.
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