One day, in the past, a man, I don’t know, who was loved by a woman and who had children.
These children grew up, loved other children of other children that I don’t know who they were either, and they had other children, which I don’t know if they became good people, if they became bad people.
- I don’t know if they lived honestly.
- With sweat on their faces.
- The fruits of their labor.
- If they killed or stole.
- If they helped those who could.
- If they respected their wives.
- If they honored their people.
- If they shared what they shared.
- Had.
I know, yes, that with a little luck they also found their love and made their children, who then made other children, who did others, who did others, who did others, who did others, who did others, who did others.
One of them, I don’t even know, was the father of my father’s father. One day, with my mother, he created me. I, in turn, helped make my son who, GOD WILLING, will have another child, who will have other children, who will do others, who will do others, who will do others, who will do others. you have no idea who I was, who I am and who I still want to be.
Nor will you imagine that now, far back in time, I feel an outrageous love for all these people who pass, stay and come. It’s a huge joy to know that things will be like this, just like this forever.