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LA GUERRILLA

The guerrilla walks on the tarmac far from the capital of France, not knowing that as I said tango "old Paris is fed with the short end of the magnolia brutal in the snow ..."

We are partners for over 28 years, and that we stop seeing and knowing that we are about 24. That's crazy life. But today, almost 4 years we have become one inseparable accomplices and friends. I admire her strength, courage, and sadness. I admire Paris to have survived a cold, indifferent, distant. the guerrilla asks nothing, only occasionally is close despite the miles that separate, despite the time, despite how different our lives.

I can say is my best friend, I give title despite its not me best friend, sometimes I'm even a bit of your enemy. However, guerrilla, I want you to know that you are always with me, even though my words may be misinterpreted by those who do not conceive that a friendship can exceed the limits of love to become brotherhood, love of a father to a daughter or a mother towards a child, in your case. How strange it not, only we will understand and it will be until the end of our days.

There are links that can break, such as sadness, that we are patches guerrilla our grief, our sadness, our fear of the future, all that unites us. Although your sorrows are advanced as 5 hours.

So please

guerrilla far as Paris to walk the streets who may never step on, sit here in Tacna, so far and so close, there is a guerrilla who remembers you and that could not hide, I miss her so.

I tell you with my heart in my hand, my way. I say no more.