La vida es, el viaje; no hay ningún apuro por llegar

miércoles, 1 de diciembre de 2010

Quedate tranqui chica zanahoria, los topos no estan al azecho de tus zanahorias...

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Tengo dientes para Sonreir2 de diciembre de 2010, 7:23
Oh! Quien te habra dicho tan profundas y poeticas palabras?
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My child arrived just the other day, came to the world in the usual way. But there were planes to catch and bills to pay. He learned to walk while I was away. He was talking before I knew it. And as he grew he said "I'm gonna be like you, Dad, you know I'm gonna be like you."

"When you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, my son turned ten just the other day. He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play. Could you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do." He said, "That's okay." And he walked away and he smiled andhesaid, "You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah. You know I'm gonna be like him."
Well, he came from college just the other day, so much like a man I just had to say "I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?". He shook his head and he said with a smile, "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys. See you later. Can I have them please?"
I've long since retired, my son's moved away. I called him up just the other day. "I'd like to see you, if you don't mind." He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time. You see, my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu. But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad. It's been sure nice talkin' to you."
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me... He'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me.