My mother
I want to become like you, a brave and determined 70añera who does not weigh the years that you Have filled with life. Every day I aspire to look in the mirror tomorrow and see your reflection in myself, your desire, this will and your joy.
I get to have your courage, it gave you the courage to make a calabrazo your road map, a chart into an uncertain future today is your past and the germ of my life.
I want to be like you, living excited with light of another day ending in nights that you decorated with stars. Having thousands of dreams and illusions feeding projects to come.
vertigo I want to lose, get on your heels, get up after a hard fall, like you, but full sore.
I want to become like you, daughter, sister, mother, owner of a large kindred that entertains you, pamper and love plot with some caution. Not be easy to imitate but I endorse the genetically my chances of being like you, mother, increase.
Eah! be good to mother is looking
Eah! Being ill is more fun. 
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