was born one morning in autumn.
was cold and snowing the day I was born and had a childhood as the children are grown people in the mountains.
always amused me at sunset looking towards the mountains.
And I loved witnessing the exact moment the sun was leaving in the afternoon and slowly, between colors yellow and pink went hiding.
I was there, watching, guessing at that place was the sun. I imagined
not sleep after an afternoon in heaven.
No, I imagined him walking into other people, bringing warmth and colors of winter, or fall or spring or summer.
A wanderer, a surgeon.
like me.
Then, when you did not see it, then just kept looking around the mountains.
was a strange feeling that came over me because it was beginning to miss the sun had disappeared behind the white summit of the giants that formed the Andes Mountains.
always for me, the peaks mountains are similar to the one I remember from my childhood, always.
grew up in a province located between the mountains
The Zonda, sometimes sprawled on the floor of his mighty power trees uprooted.
and roots were upside down looking at the sky and branches as the wind passed out of the area.
Then I stopped to watch.
looked at the fallen trees and listened to my father telling me that the zonda wind was a living as a hermit in a cave, and sometimes left the cave and visit the villages near the mountain.
Always for me the winds have always like the Zonda and I still think the winds are like lonely old people leaving the cave and visit the towns near the town where I live.
always like as a child.
I was fortunate to be buddies and girlfriends with always playing the Payan, and Ta, Te-Ti luck for me.
was a sensible girl.
loved music and as a abrojito my little fingers hooked into the black and white keys practicing and practicing scales and arpeggios.
I had a piano teacher named Nenin.
Nenin was a guardian angel
really was my guardian angel.
With Nenin we played the piano for four hands and the timer set the pace of the musical pieces that were preparing for examination held at the National University of Cuyo.
studied six hours a day on an upright piano, black Czrny, Chopin, Schumann, Bach, Scarlatti, Liszt get my little fingers to acquire the agility necessary to achieve the clock speed
marked piano in the Catholic school running to Sacarlatti and Robert Schumann Krislerianas applause of the nun Maria Adela who was the one I had to pray to the Virgin of the grotto was a virgin who was in the grotto of the College of the "Servants of the Sacred Heart" by sent me to educate my peers
I have many years to Pasodos live in my heart.
Susana Moris always ranked first in the honor box is outlined in the school entrance. YMaría
Frigerio and María Magdalena Muñoz Evelyn Clement on whose birthday I took a lot of Granada, so I vomited and I still smell vomit if you happen to Granada
Nenin got sick one day and no longer could make your fingers to slide taking notes staff at the piano. Nenin
parents sold the piano
order not to suffer.
The explanation they gave me.
Nenin always been with me at times when I've needed the presence of an angel.
Nenin always with me when I came my fingers glide as if they played on the piano keyboard.
I also had to sell my piano, but not sold because one day I had a disease.
I sold it because it was necessary to sell it.
The piano was my life and my dream.
But I had to sell
Now I want to talk about that topic.
Another day I will.
In elementary school I had a teacher named Lydia Lescano and he was 18.
always believed that all the "ladies" were like Miss Lydia.
But not all "ladies" were as "Miss" Lidia ..
other "ladies" is happened in my life:
"The Jopuda" and "Chana" are those that remained forever in the days of the primary.
When I wanted to be a teacher like Miss Lydia.
She was "Miss".
My old friend of General Peron was always talking about the "Pocho"
As if the "Pocho" was his most beloved brother. When dictators
appropriated government and overthrew the "Pocho" I was a little girl who lived in Mendoza and suddenly I stopped living in Mendoza to go to live in a cheap hotel located just around the Congress of Argentina.
But I did not understand anything, I sensed that something terrible was going to leave our province and become fugitives.
With time and as I grew older he understood that those who supported Peron passed them by arms.
As with Juan JoséValle and parents of other children who live in Adrogué her parents were shot for being part of the Peronist resistance. I finished my primary school
School Manuel'Belgrano Adrogue 6 in which I championed and took the flag to applause National Party 9 July and awarded me an essay that my pen was writing about the events that altered my childhood and early maturity were
I missed my dad because I knew that place was. .
later learned that he was hiding for his life. From time to miss him
me sick. I'm sick I always
when sadness overwhelms me.
Even with the passing years I missing the place that I could not say goodbye torn my friends and my teachers and my childhood.
I'm still looking at the sky at sunset and I keep imagining that the clouds are the mountains of Mendoza behind which the sun hid
And yet I still remember Harvest Queens and carousels and Fitness Club yEsgrima where my dad competed in foil and épée
And I still remember the Virgin of Carrodilla and Our Lady del Carmen holiday for which the teachers made us memorize poems recited in the temple of the Franciscan priests. Even still
Always.
Ever onward to victory
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