6. - they make me old

“You are becoming old”. It is probable, Paca, very probable that in this case you have something of reason. “I always have it, Jiménez, always I have it. Another thing is that you do not do case to me, but I am your conscience and in which to you it concerns, always I am right”. Bond, is worth, we do not put (another one melancholic palabreja, has something to see the melancholy with a cólico? Nefrítico). Paca, when I say that I am becoming old, is not because I feel I took root, but that of some form, your personal circumstances do to you that you seem greater of which you feel. But that also is beautiful, which you feel and what you are. I say this because at some time of this blog I said to you that I have two daughters, Mónica, the greater one, and Paula, the small one. My two flowers, my mariposillas, my small geniuses. Not because they are geniuses of intelligent or they live inside a small lamp (although sometimes it makes them live within a bubble so that nothing passes them), but because that they have a genius I really hope to you here. But that is well, they will need it and of some form I believe that that will make more fort for everything what it waits for them. However, they are affectionate and wonderful with me. Often more than what I believe that I am with them. Although I adore them.Because they are my small. Mine. And they are those that ahcen to me old, beautiful oldness. And more than it hopes to me.Today, the greater one, woman has become me. More woman. For that reason this blog of now has this sense so ñoño and intimist, so tender that he is a little pretentious. But today it does not matter to me. Tomorrow I do not know it. But today, no. Today it does not matter to me. Gracias Mónica to make me feel just a little bit older.Paula, thanks for your medals of swimming, your kisses and your glances of love. Although this blog goes dedicated to Mónica (I want Moni to you), to you also I adore to you. My love. My loves.“ These crying” Shut up, Paca, coño.

Jimmy