Letter to my children.

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One  day as a student and other chores, I received the blessing of  conceiving my children in times and of direct sex, the beautiful woman,  now mistress of my teachings, love, friendship, loyalty and strength,  self-propelled to an imminent success. He, a man small in age, with great dreams, made to his dreams,  audacious and innocent intellect, shows me his abilities and skills.

The motivation they have as people who live in a strong economic and social crisis permeates the spaces of their lives. She,  with her successes and mistakes, advances with small businesses,  goldsmithing, photography, writer, poet, agent of change in society,  when she helps abandoned young people, loves animals, in short a great  willingness to be an agent of change in your environment.

We  are all full of visualizations of our future, my athletic son who has  traveled the paths of taekwondo, swimming and soccer, the latter his  great passion, a sport he has practiced since he was 6 years old, where  he has covered all positions from goalkeeper to goal scorer in his current team. He  faced some operations of his legs, to adjust them, he surpassed the  recovery of more than 8 months, and he returns to his activities in a  satisfactory way. Today is a 3rd grader year of basic cycle, tomorrow he will play his first soccer game after his absence due to the operations. Attracted by technological marvels, he feels affinity for computers  and smartphones, which inclines him to his seas of technical and  analytical knowledge.

Today  I want to see them together as one, united forces for common success,  each entity figures by their own means, but the blood will never be  separated, because of this and in retropicture to my life, I just want  you to never separate, always abstain, kiss, call, visit, bark at each other without shame. No one can interfere between you as brothers.

Good luck sons!