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By Roberto G. Rivera Sánchez © 2012

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In the course of life, I have been fortunate to have several loves. The "problem", if you can say so, is that they all occupy such an important place, that it becomes almost impossible for me to choose only one with which to commit myself exclusively. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to look at all of them with honest eyes without perceiving that they are not the only ones in my life.

Women is what leads me to leave everything to live the world outside the world; the most recent; that of fleeting passions; the one of the interminable nights; that of eternal caresses; the kiss with which I share the soul; the one who takes care of my wrongs; the one who smiles at me; where God makes us ambassadors for each other; that of pain; the one of the flavors; that of fantasies; that of realities; of the responsibilities; the one that makes me a gentleman; the one that makes me be what I am; what I can be and what I can not; the present and future; the one that carries the result of my past; the one I hope; with whom I sleep; with whom I dream; with whom I wake up; the one that I miss at all times. Earth , it summons me to love it and to erect the dreams with which every night and always has caressed me, kissed, slept and awakened. It is one that imposes itself on me in such a way that sometimes it even plays with my self-esteem and makes me see it above myself.

People was my teacher in the art of forgiveness. It prevented me from hating her, deceiving her or despising her, despite being hated, deceived and despised by her. Even so, it's good times we live together; yet there are many grateful memories that I carry, and in it, I found hidden dimensions of myself that I did not know. She is my teacher, my school, my student, my sister, my colleague, my compiche, my godmother and my goddaughter.

Life is sometimes an ungrateful person who does everything possible to get away from the whims (sometimes successfully, sometimes without), to focus on me and make me a provider: home with the necessities of the outside for her to be able to receive me with the dinner of each afternoon. Every day I take a sick fight for his terrible zeal of Death . He is very frustrated because he knows that, no matter what kindness and detail he has with me, he is the only lover he will never be able to compete with. Yet he loves me and floods me with details in every one of his breaths.

Family is that of sunny Sundays; that of special banquets; the one of the interminable jokes; the irony; forgiveness never vitiated; the belt in hand; the program; the one who knows me so much that he inadvertently fails to know me; the one that never misses me; the one who never misses; the eternal embrace; that of the eternal and precise word; the one who kisses even in discord; with which I always end up sitting at the table in the worst and best moments; the one that never sleeps; the one that always remembers and makes you remember; the one of the soft and cayos hands; the one of the silence when it leaves; the one of the shouts in the house; the one who always sits back and in the middle; the one who loads with old shoes and cleans them, to give them as new; that of problems; that of solutions; that of the results; the one that has loved me the longest.

And in my love affair, I find myself looking for some solution if there is one. It is difficult but inevitable for me to love them all in front and with impudence, for I know what each one of them resents from my adventures with others. It is a loving circle that knows no end; it is almost a blessed vice to which I conceive no cure; it is an eternal encounter of gazes and murmurs in the distance; a window of resentful and spiteful tears.

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