As a driver of this media release, could not stand aside to see happen to this day with the coolness of someone used to say and hear so many tributes. I will as always, mom and son, whom she lavished all I was and who I am, for everything she gave me. I dedicated myself to give her poems, or flowers when he was alive when he left or where he was called by God. I dedicated my life, my behavior, my ideals that was the projection of his own and his son felt comforted in the toughest moments of his son's hand and hand with "mi'amá" We walk on this difficult, but pleasant walks of life. I hate the morons who in days like these, remember to "Let my beautiful mommy »...« to where you where have you gone »...« love you so ..." and no shortage of that commodity ayayeros sad songs these days spread to more sad when that was sad from the moment she felt her first pregnancy. This culture of hypocrisy we banish. A ma ma worship is permanent and not in a day, never got it experience with drunkenness, with criminal acts or police, with professional misconduct, etc. Only this way will you feel honored and honored lifetime to the point that he can exclaim tasty, as to me said: "I am proud to be your mother." This is a tribute to how Kishi ra to surrender the children to their mothers.
And not only this day ...
Ms. Sara Carrasco C.
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