The women They have a very special place in the life and in the policyone will be president of Mexico for the first time, we expect an excellent response from her.
“We traveled so many times, roads and more roads, we were inseparable, almost like two friendsWhat am I missing? father“I no longer have him with me, how am I going to forget him, I always have him in mind, he taught me to work, he taught me to be decent, he taught me the right path, and to live like people.”
This is part of the letter of one song by Antonio Aguilar: “What do I miss my father?“, the one who writes this was called UrbanI met him when he was four years old, he was 30, of the previous ones, I don’t remember his life.
The first image that our mind registers: A man with a slender and tall figure, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a hat on his head, planing a wooden bar on a carpentry bench. Our father worked the land and was also a carpenter.
This is how I remember the first time I saw him as a child, after great experiences, we traveled many paths together, as the song says, I was the oldest, and the first of his children.
That father we had was for us an example of work, of tenacity, he never complained about anything, he walked slowly but with a sure step, every table, every chair or every house that he forged out of wood never collapsed.
There are so many anecdotes, in the sixties, we traveled in “La Prieta Linda” from Culiacán to Colonia Emancipación, the departure was from the Rafael Buelna market, at around noon, the arrival, almost at dusk.
In “El Salado” the tram stopped for a while and was filled with food vendors, the iguana meat tamales were like the icing on the cake, very popular and I think even tasty.
One day the iguanas ran out and they began to make them from “Carne de cochi”, our father ordered two, and complained to the saleswoman: “Hey, these tamales have the missing meat” – “Don’t listen, they just killed the cochi.” ._”Lost, lost, because I don’t see her” – Our father responded – …What a hard blow!
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