I must confess that this year it has been very difficult for me to “get down” to writing this letter; perhaps it will be the last time, but every December I
First of all, for all those who are reading one of my letters for the first time, I would like to explain in two lines what they are about. It is a humble and profound text, in which I wish even my enemies, those from the East, the camels, the reindeer and Co., to bring them “things” .
Dear Three Wise Men, Santa Claus, reindeer, camels and co.:
Friends
It is becoming increasingly clear to me that they are essential in my life. 2018 has probably been the year in which we have seen each other the least; constant travel, work, family iraq telegram data and, on occasions (rarely), “leverage” have prevented more meetings. But they know that I am always there; contrary to what advertisements like Ruavieja or Ikea sell us for Christmas , social networks allow us to at least be closer, to see each other without speaking, to feel each other without touching each other…
I also want to remember those who are no longer here. As my sister often says, “the curtain of heaven has opened to welcome them . ”
In this letter, I ask for the umpteenth time to have more time for you. Friendship is a very important word, without friendship there are no friends, without friends there is no complete happiness in any home.
I ask those from the East, in the purest Vicente Fernández, “that things go well for you”, but I also add what my countrywoman Rosana said “that things don’t go badly for you”.
I ask those from the East to bring me new friends, not because the current ones are few in number, but because “their boss”, from his peaceful house with views of the sky, always “invites” one of them.
Enemies
Phew, I think I've seen very little of them this year. I don't know if they're gathering forces, retreating like Titus Labienus did with his troops in Africa before the Battle of Ruspina, or if they simply know that they've lost the battle against me (imagine war). I once heard, and I don't remember who, a variant of the phrase "foolish words turn a deaf ear" , which said something like "electric words turn an unplugged ear" , that is.
In my life there is no electricity for my enemies, no light so they can see how to electrocute me. The only light there is is that of the candles of hope; hope that they will squander their resentment, their anger, their boneless canine rage that makes them bad people.