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My grandpapa

Recently I lost my grandfather, a good and simple man with only love in his heart, one of the best persons I knew, I he had to go?, I don’t know, was it fair?, I think not, but what I know about him and the treasure memories we have together will stay with me till I die. He was a simple man, having only one hobby, which was work, he was very intelligent, with a sense of fun with him, always with him. He spoke 7 languages, but the best language he knew, was the language of the heart, he could disarm you and make you hug him with five simple words, “how are you my son”, every time we spoke, or every time I saw him, he only needed the five words to disarm me and make me want to hug him and never let go. Too bad that sometimes people don’t decide to let or not to let go someone, even if he’s really special.  He loved poetry and when I was a kid, he always made me retie this poem to my grandmother “Your hands are my caress my everyday chords I love you because your hands They work for justice if you want it is because you're my love, my accomplice and everything and street elbow to elbow we are much more than two your eyes are my spell against bad day I love you for your eyes looking and future planting your mouth is yours and mine your mouth is not wrong I love you because your mouth known rebel yell if you want it is because you're my love, my accomplice and everything and street elbow to elbow we are much more than two and your sincere face and your bum step and your tears for the world because they're people I love and because love is not halo candida or moral and because we're a couple you know you're not alone I want you in my paradise that is to say that in my country happy people live even without permission if you want it is because you're my love, my accomplice and everything and street elbow to elbow we are much more than two.” I can believe he’s gone, I just won’t accept it, I will give anything to see him ageing and be with him, Grandpapa, wherever you are I love you and “my accomplice and everything and street elbow to elbow we are much more than two”.

Mr. De Maria aria, this is a really personal, I beg you no to show this to anyone, thank you.

Jorge Campa A00817951