"Here I'll send a history, which summarizes a part of my life.
For a long time a warrior from white soul, with leather shoes and a bag of groceries, went on a journey in search of a dream and smiling said that he would not return until make it a reality. He had a dream, and therefore was to look for what would be needed to achieve that long-cherished dream. Before leaving he told me that he had to go away to find himself, feel free and be able to decide, as he felt prisoner in a cage where only should obey orders. For my short age not yet understood why he did so, I asked myself what it is that perhaps to achieve a dream i must retire from the people who love me? That warrior walks so much that his leather shoes no longer accompanied him, their provisions ended, and in spite of everything it continued ahead. In the road he/she found somebody that also taenia a dream, from that day both walked of the hand and together full with force and optimism, they undertook a fight toward the success Time went by and although the work was very hard and difficult, they never thought about to stop, his strength and faith in themselves, it was the food that the toward grow every day. After some years, had been able to prosper, were no longer the same as before, and although they had some differences and sometimes discussed could not fail to work together because both had achieved everything they owned on the basis of the team work. One morning when i peeped out by my window, I saw a gentleman in black suit and tie gray, looked at me and told me i've returned to stay! I looked at surprised - what, is it perhaps that I no longer you recognize to me? - Said to me, then he hugged me strong and i knew that it was the warrior who left a few years ago. I felt very happy for its return and because I knew that in spite of everything he had not forgotten us. One month had passed since his arrival, when a terrible tragedy clouded the happiness of the warrior, his partner, brother and friend had been party to an eternal journey, he would never see him or to share with the everything that still lacked to be done. That night the warrior cried very strong and recalled everything that he had lived on the side of your brother, and the hard work that the two had shared. In spite of being left alone had to continue working hard to finish their dream that one day start, and although sometimes all these dreams seem to be lost, the continues forward, never fall or stumble, goes against the black tide that hit Disturbia your way. You know when I hear him speak, I feel that has changed much so much that it has become a great orator, that sooner or later comes to entice you with their words, many say it is a kind of Miguel Angel Cornejo and Alan Garcia, for me it is much more than that, it is someone very special to whom God gave the gift of the word, a person with faith and confidence in himself, who believes in dreams and the reality, this warrior is someone who I admire very much and for whom I have great pride and admiration, he is Jose Luis and he is my brother.
I hope you have enjoyed this story from a part of my life "