My room was good-looking. My first school was a convent, I do not remember any in particular. To whom do remember Don Marquitos, goalkeeper of the nest. I received very early because, at least I remember, I was the first to arrive and last to leave.
Marquitos
Don was a old man with little hair, very similar to my grandfather, especially in the dress. Natured as himself and apparently sleepy because every morning I felt the need to repeat the same phrase: "Don Marquitos not sleep" or "Don Marquitos not sleep."
Don Mark and I unpublished photo. He is more awake than ever and I do not. December '91.
The truth is I do not know what powers he took me to ask Don Marquitos not sleep. But he did, and always. I wonder if I will have love or maybe I looked like an annoying and conceited brat. Suddenly, I was his 'dove', as we affectionately called the character of Don Fermin, the "novel? Carousel-Cyril and Maria Joaquina, or maybe I was just one of many little girls who would not let him blink a little.
here alone, over Jesus. December '91.
Don Mark and I talked (it was sometimes the case)
