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Your hands I ventured to give my first step, to take shape pencil correctly, gave me how to open a book. Your hands
always directed me towards the best way ke motivate me to keep going.
Your hands caress my cheek, I hold hands and swear to accompany me on my way.
Your hands that create and invent music, perceived talent and captivate with their movements. Your hands
demonstrating experience that showed me the work process, and taught me to pray.
Your hands ..
always full of joy, patience ... respect, and a strange requirement and select Wisdom.
Thanks Dad!
Jorge Gauna
GaunArte
