Sometimes I used to feel giving up,
Like all normal people once in a while.
Not any more,
Because I have big reasons and esplendida amazing bonitas.
I am learning Spanish for some reason.
Then I would think about my great grand aunts
Who gave life for our country in far away 1941.
We had old albums and it was important when I was growing up.
Old man would show up every day at spring,
Some times with his grandson.
One of my great grand aunts lie down on him in a fight, covered from a bomb.
She was twenty, he was eighteen.
Or may be this why I am studying.
Like my grandmother still,
At 89, reading books.
When she was in school, old story too,
Same year, 1941,
Her last uncle left to the army, war,
He hugged her and said: study good.
That's the story...
