THE VALUE OF OUR LIVES

SOMETIMES IN LIFE WE HAVE TO ACCEPT CHANGES, WHICH DO NOT GO FOR GOOD, changes that take away the happiness and love of your hands, changes where even sacrifices are not for those who decide to change.
SOMETIMES IN LIFE WE FEEL SO MUCH LOVE FOR THAT PERSON; THAT HE DOES NOT REMEMBER, but that same life continues, some with smiles, others with much sadness, but when we truly love and lose everything, IT IS NOT RESENT, because this induces the HATE, it is about LOVING AND NOT BEING CORRESPONDED, this induces the hopelessness that that person DOES NOT LOVE you and only the memories remain, you feel an emptiness inside our body, like when you fight in a war and you only remain ... when you look at your surroundings you are alone then your life is the that they take.

Imagine how the heart of a child should feel when it is not returned by its mother or father.
Only seven years old has had to accept that life changed in the blink of an eye, of only seven years, where there is an innocence that believed in the lies that his father would return from a work trip, has had to mature and grow for what life gave him, for a mother who since he knew that he would bring a child to this world has not stopped fighting for him, it is my world and today he is called LUIS JOSÉ; because as I said the song that his mother hummed while you sleep your mom works your mom works; I never thought that this song would be part of expressing what I had in my womb and that today his POPE joined that letter that says Oh God, oh my God, give me happiness with all those around me, even if some are ignorant, some for the ignorant wish me bad and spayed.

On the other hand, for your MOTHER, what a beautiful thing. Oh love, love, love, love, love, love of my soul,
and love, love, love, love, love, of my soul, so I ask GOD that son be the love of my soul.
My warrior is that child who has had to write with a black crayon because his pencil is over.
The one that has grown up with the conformism of not having everything.
That when you do not have to eat expresses sadness.
That one that does not mind to go to the bathroom and cleanse with the leaf of his notebook.
That child who has had to anticipate his age and mature.
That with rebelliousness and tremenduras makes feel what in his heart hurts.
MY OWN GUERRERO AND I CAN NOT TAKE IT because it is to see to believe....
He who one day changed happiness for sadness.
The one who was his mother's hand released him.
The one who changed his Christmas.
He who did not leave him a home where he had his own freedom.
He who seeks it, releases it and abandons it.
The one that changed the joy of walking through that town where he grew up and grew up.
The one who thinks that children are replaceable.
THAT ONE .... Pope.

The important thing is that he understands that life is sacrifice and it is not an interest to be or have some wealth in life, and whoever loves or wants it is for what it is worth as a human being and not for what surrounds it.