...por los parques de moratalaz
jugabamos con la felicidaZ...
I remember like it was yesterday ... it was an afternoon of April 1993 ... was not any good either ... If the calculations do not fail me Pepe, at that time was about 8 years ...
He loved his grandfather and his grandfather loved him as only the first grandchild deserves ... roots Cehegín mattress came from a few decades ago to seek a better life in the capital ...
When I could not go to school for that elusive the disease was always there, playing with wood chips, cars and the ball ... and that ball stayed forever ... about to turn 25 and still smiling when Pepe playing ball ... and still remembering his grandfather ... the first to be taught ...
And that last late grandfather was very ill, very ill heart, damn heart ... however, did not hesitate a moment to get off with Pepe and give the ball to a corner kick this Moratalaz ... that corner has been stopped in time so that whenever you step out there I remember that magnificent last moment in the company of the grandfather ...
We play, laugh ... we went home ... and I left him ... not knowing that could never be happy together again ...
sure you've enjoyed from the sky to see me play ... in part, much of what I am I owe to you. I want
Pepe
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