three years ago at this hour (09:32 am) was scared to death, fasting from the previous day, worried about a test that was given twelve hours before parirte, fighting with your parent who insisted that if I had been throwing "their" child into the world "had" to be (or at least apparently) a cute couple happy and he "had" to get the birth ... I, with you in, you, weighing about three kilos, dying of hunger, fear and sleep had no desire or strength to further discussions with anyone, not even with him, "and ho weon!, but fuck me or take me hand"
Three years ago I wondered what my life would be after that happens with me after I asked case would be able, if I could with the enormous responsibility of caring for an eternal life that was totally dependent on me, I had to me as the only safe and warm in the world three years ago I dreaded the idea that children tamagoshis are not like that not be turned off at night so that no sound, can not be reset if you go to any defect, do not you buy another one if it hit you do not like, and not just, are forever ... ago three years I dreaded the thought of my beloved freedom is just the same November 17 ...
Today, three years after that day, I can not imagine life without you, I can not imagine life without you, life as we know it , as I feel, as alive today would not exist if you did not exist. Solcito
me, light that shines on me, my guiding star life ... we have had no easy right? Is life, Hannibal is not easy ... "No one promised us a rose garden" Fito teaches us, we have had to kick, mourn, fight, grit your teeth, hold and look pa'delante, follow pa'delante, walking pa'delante. Life is that and if we we faced with mountains never see the valleys would not know ... well have laughed more than anyone in the world, we also collect seashells on the beach and make bubbles, we also get sick from eating so much chocolate wadding and we shared and a marathon of The Simpsons, enjoy the beach and the desert, also sang and played every afternoon guitar, seek the sun in our plain as winter settles in the sea, enjoy the bubbles and invented words ...
We can not expect to come a magic hand and that does away with the mountains that are put forward, my son, that does not exist, we must get tough, frowning and looking forward and continue, we must muster the strength and continue ... my son, my love, dew drop ... you are the greatest example of everything I say, you once were to me as I thought the mountain I could never go up and today, today you who gives me the strength to climb mountains ... all my other
Today is another anniversary of the day you were born, now that another year has passed and little by little you'll becoming a wonderful person, now you birthday again and again we have to celebrate and blow out candles, now that I had to watch you dance and see you laugh out loud with your buddies, now that I know more than before I love you more than before, I love you more than ever ...
Aníbal, El Grande: Happy Birthday. This conclusion, this achievement you are to me, I celebrate myself.
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