brother Winston is not because someone decided to be born in a different good belly. And every mother came to love as their own Dominga ajeno.Su son, my Jane. But at birth the two at 43, rather than separate, were united in germinal life. The ecological landscape made his own: Rodo and Varela neighborhood in the quiet Mercedes grain and livestock. Over the years exploring, nesting to grow, rower, sports temple. Children of simple games, bicycles and mobile toddy, matrera and marathons. Youth athletics with the colors of the Club, basketball and swimming, and mind in public schools and Roosevelt Street Lyceum. A champion the "pelau" in the elegance of the sliding stroke of backstroke cadet who had not won him throughout Uruguay.
A the night his father Juan Antonio took us both to pray the rosary, without giving too wearily repetitive account of the verb to Mary of Jesus, full of grace, which had to be saved despite being blessed. When matured magnum understood with existential vote, and then went looking for the same age SON 33. A leader among us Winston Caesar Mazzuchi Frantchez that dual names was presented as a hundred surnames and family tree. Added as close handbook ... "and add water to the chickens!" Captivating and roguish smile Nobly attributes of its character full of empathy, successful the juvenilia femininity ... One day the news
incredible. Hard blow to my callow teenage fraternal affection. The family moved to Montevideo.
missed them. And I was invited to my first vacation and get to know the unknown Montevideo. Then they were distancing contacts. I never saw him more ... that is not the same be forgotten, that never happened, or happen.
I do not judge or understand anything. Winston is my friend. Forever. Managed another dimension which belongs exclusively to consider just and good. He is with God.
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