Well ... here I am. One more day to add to life, which I was fortunate, with which I have to fight continuously as every mother's son. But This day this April 12th is not an ordinary day, because on a day like today: BORN! and that is no small feat and less when the number is considerable, the book has many pages written path ... sometimes enough to be thrilled with life and for a while to fall into the deepest of darkness.
I recognize optimistic and a fighter (like me is that there has been no choice, go you to know) but the truth is I'm happy with those two virtues. They are virtues that I have no doubt. And the world is very upset and mine more lately. But ... eloquehay!
I like birthday and at this time I always entered a kind of unstoppable need to take stock but lately I'm realizing how much things that I care a damn. Sometimes even I get scared and think if there are too many, but ... what goes, what goes! ... and is ...
was born at home, as all the villagers, because we had no choice if we wanted to be born. Well, not truthfully, could also be born under an oak at the time of collecting acorns under an olive tree in the olive or near the stream where women were washing clothes if the birth happened in the day to do laundry, but those options were given less often and it was not my case.
That day came to see me my grandparents, my uncles, my neighbors and the fifth of my father, as they arrived and were put to congratulate all (it would be for helping to mitigate the nerves) to smoke with me while cuddles and made me who I thought were discussing. The doctor gave him a good cigar in gratitude for his work and very happy, pulled out and gossip Chisca, lit it and releasing large clouds of smoke, I sounded and then give that tranquility that only the deeper puffs to cigars, confirmed what previously had told my parents that despite the huge bald newborn looked ... I was a child.
The christening party was órdago, as only deserve the firstborn and I was. My parents, proactive, had tightened their belts (a bit more than they already have) and stretched to fit well and were snuff, candy and wine for everyone. Fell short with two backyard chickens that gave us my respective grandparents, but throwing more rice solved ... and everybody's happy.
I sleep, and nursed back to sleep, which two months was made a bud (bald, of course)
And I lived my early years, from the smoke of the family, friends, acquaintances and several spontaneous, but that story ... tell you the other day ...
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I hope you like the cake!
Luisa Arellano
The Blues of b26374fd Encinas-8b24-3cc9-a46c-88bd2887c8ac 
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