last section
If walking the path,
I did pretty long.
But Gerda
missing from my path the last mile.
In a poem the last line.
I came to you,
with arms outstretched, hands open
full of dreams that desgranaría
daily with the desire to soak your wisdom.
knew not refuse your charms.
had movement, strength, hope, magic and especially
that little respect for human beings.
And you lived in a different
experience every day.
Inside me, I have altars
of peers, children,
fathers, mothers, friends .......
achievements, tears, smells, touches,
joy, hugs, laughter ...... . ironies
memories that will never be forgotten.
As is all over, my way
ended
and hatching occurred so many years
(not pictured)
A big party that filled me with so much love and
Alago puffed up my ego that boldly, and thus
vivo. I do not want to forget.
Margarita, were the finishing touch
of my profession, my last mile.
I tell you, as Federico García Lorca
"If I stay I love you
and if I go, even more I love you" Well Manoli
I did pretty long.
But Gerda
missing from my path the last mile.
In a poem the last line.
I came to you,
with arms outstretched, hands open
full of dreams that desgranaría
daily with the desire to soak your wisdom.
knew not refuse your charms.
had movement, strength, hope, magic and especially
that little respect for human beings.
And you lived in a different
experience every day.
Inside me, I have altars
of peers, children,
fathers, mothers, friends .......
achievements, tears, smells, touches,
joy, hugs, laughter ...... . ironies
memories that will never be forgotten.
As is all over, my way
ended
and hatching occurred so many years
(not pictured)
A big party that filled me with so much love and
Alago puffed up my ego that boldly, and thus
vivo. I do not want to forget.
Margarita, were the finishing touch
of my profession, my last mile.
I tell you, as Federico García Lorca
"If I stay I love you
and if I go, even more I love you" Well Manoli
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