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TODAY FROM YOUR FATHER FOR MY ACCURATE

Fhayruz :

Please let me get to your heart once again to talk about the fruit of thy womb today is 4 years. On the anniversary of your proof of larger women and female.
your knight. Hector


Hannibal the Great.

remember I met him for a gesture unconsciously cheat his mother - or myself - when I got out of hand which I now cherish a photo of him. Looking at the horizon, Aníbal motorcycle riding every man dreams of ever driving toward the horizon beyond. Seeing

and calibrate the temper of his mother was something done at once, but always in the muted that incubated the love that surrounds us now to the three we have as one of the cardinal points to this guy who is currently serving 4 years. Of course, digitized photo paper and wrote a dedication to her mother - also unconsciously cheating - which quoted the great mothers who - like her - raising the History. that time I called the Great.
This name came from the merits inferred about his mother and now, a couple of years after that encounter, I am clear that is cultivating its own efforts, styling game by game, step by step, tantrum to tantrum, that nickname than expected in every corner you visit. Hannibal, his face a curious, restless with the pace of its status as steel and the 'sweet milk' to take care that his mother always frame.

On these nights I have to watch if you sleep well, if you urinate before bedtime. Or wake fuss yecos that ducks and have won go to school. I relate more, are other details, but what will forever remember his gesture monero to ask we smile when we focus with a toy camera and says "click ." And his love child
touching my heart - that already happens ripe - with the phrase "Daddy, I love you ". Aníbal

, and my son, as I have said about your mother, "I was not looking for anyone ... and I saw ( Fito Paez ).

And you're like a new star, the kind that lead me, I light up and that kid and photographed in the sky of our pampas. Hector

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: A CARLOS, MY FATHER THE DESCONCOCIDOS

I think the first memory I have of my father, or at least one of the first well, clear as a movie, is being alone together once in a restaurant called with no hint of humility "The King of Fish Fry" place where the specialty of the house were the last two words of its name.

The place was decorated with handmade fishing nets, stuffed crabs, sea stars, empty shells and sea horses ... and there I was with my three sweet tooth, sitting in front of a nice, fresh, steaming fish with white rice bright red tomatoes and worthy of Neruda ... at that stage and opened inspirational hit the senses as the best world-du maconha my dad spoke to me.

I spoke so deep seas where no sunlight coming, dark seas and the very plain on moonless nights abysmal seas inhabited by animals with their own light, able to illuminate their own path.

imaginary Seas on the Moon. Mares

ancient desert salt flats of the Great North. Mares missing, sagging or frozen by the whims of the Pacha Mama.

And I think that from that day has not stopped.

from that day I have not stopped. And thank you, thank you very much for that.

Father, today on your birthday fifty-five, I give you the first memory vivid, lucid and clear that I have of you. Nothing more, nothing less, I know and you know that this is not what I owe you, all over I'm saving it for when you reach your twenties again ...