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Let me tell you about my mother, my friend, she is an angel from heaven, but she talks to me about the newspaper and I can't attend to it, she talks to me at home on the cell phone or at work, to tell me the same story once again, I change the name, confuse me with my father, my poor mother is losing her memory.
Look friend, a few months ago, a few months ago, my dear mother, every time she spoke to me, I denied her a thousand times, I forgot that once upon a time that saint She gave life and conscience was always at my side, she shouted at me, don't be ungrateful, be patient with her like she was with you.
And now what are you doing, tell me my friend.
Today I talk to her every day and I'm going to see her. more often, since I am not going to love the one who loves me without measure, to that lady all love, all tenderness.
Right now I go and eat her with kisses.
You are doing very well, fill her soul with sweetness, look at me, I talk to my mother every day, I hope she hears me from there in her grave.
A wife is ground gold, a son is a diamond and a mother, a mother is the land where they are forged those treasures...