Febrero se presenta revuelto, con cambios, de esos que no te gusta ver, por que sabes que cuando la gente se separa del grupo es difícil, aunque no imposible, mantenerla cerca. Sobre todo cuando los cambios son provocados por esas circunstancias que no puedes controlar, por motivos o factores que salen de tus manos y que como un tornado, vienen y lo destruyen todo, lo modifican, rompen su estado original, ese al que te has acostumbrado. La gente dice que los cambios son buenos, pero a mi gusta tener las cosas bajo control, ser dueño o al menos conocedor de los resultados que esos cambios pueden implicar. Mi espíritu aventurero, se frena cuando no sabe donde va a parar.
No puedo dejar de escribir, sin felicitar a mi prima de este lado del mundo, una chispa de alegría importada de Colombia, que trasmite siempre toda la carga positiva que una persona de su tamaño puede dar. Es un hombro fiel, una cabeza cabal y sobre todo quien mas me riñe por la ortografía y la gramática, así que espero en este trozo no haber incumplido sus normas. Gracias por aparecerte en mi camino y por hacerme parte del tuyo. Por ultimo, a quien esta ahi, leyendo, gracias también, Luis.
It is a special month, always appreciate for me, for the woman who gave me the life. I have always said, it is not the best, but strived to be the best mother she can be. She is a woman who laughs about life, which has been successfully tested, a rebel, the smallest of her brothers. Which it was closer to children than adults, which at fifteen, wanted to keep playing to the supermarket in Epiphany. She was a blonde pigtails girl riding her tricycle on Sundays. Which became a beautiful and cheerful woman. That and more, is what life gave me as a mother, a woman I can spend hours laughing and talking, she has been a guide, a counselor, never learned to iron shirts, but she taught me that colors can be mixed. For her I have always been the most handsome boy, the smartest, the funniest, as happens to most mothers and I'm always thinking about she. So, I must to say Thanks for one more year, give us her smiles and her messages.
February appears choppy, with changes, those who do not like to see, because you know that when people left the group is difficult, but not impossible, to keep them close. Especially when changes are caused by these circumstances you can´t control, for reasons or factors out of your hands and like a tornado come and destroy everything, modify, break their original state, that to which you have become accustomed . People say that the changes are good, but I like to have things under control, owning or at least familiar with the results that these changes may involve. My adventurous spirit, get slows when you don´t know where it will stop.
I can not stop writing, without congratulating my cousin on this side of the world, a spark of joy imported from Colombia, which always transmits all the positive charge that a person of her size can give. It is a true shoulder, a full head and especially who scolds me more about spelling and grammar, so I hope this piece will not have breached the rules. Thanks for show up on my way and for making me part of yours. Finally, who is there, reading, thanks, Luis.
