journalist Lázaro Elder with his mother's Mercedes ...
"In the eyes of our mothers,
though we are adults, never
stop being children ..."
(Cronos)
come to your home. Many friends were with you to see you smile once more with the distinction you gave the College of Journalists of Liberty last week.
The Gold Medal for your contribution to sport and high Amauta name of sports journalism and for all the good things you did for the benefit of different disciplines. A real success.
We achieved our goal. We saw you smiling. We found that, despite everything, you were happy.
Brief speeches, congratulations and hugs. Then, the obligatory photos. Many brought their cameras. Including the dean, but then found he was discharged.
In time, appreciates the accolades and. To executives of our Company Publishing Industry for their continued support for travel around Peru and several countries in fulfilling their reporting.
That allowed you to write in detail the impact of different sporting events did you meet with your distinctive style. Remember when we were talking about the stunning Maracana Stadium in Brazil ...?
However, in the pleasant meeting we had in your home within infected there was a scene of tenderness that was perpetuated in the retina of those you visit.
Mercedes Your dear mother was at every moment by your side. I was holding my hand. Do not let go for nothing. You were never alone. Did you see ...?
We change. Her endearing presence was steeped for ever in the photos taken that day.
So when I went to greet took the opportunity to advise you to have many strengths. Looking forward for you and especially for Mom Mercedes.
Your tender little mother, which evokes deep look to our own whom we have no the privilege to enjoy heavenly his unforgettable presence.
Today, on the eve of universal celebration dedicated to the mother, the best gift you can give is to promise that you will continue fighting to be together.
Meets indications of specialists and is offered as yourself, still occurs. Still have much to say to future generations.
You know that we journalists, writing is the only thing that satisfies us. Is the lifeblood that feeds the spirit and nourishes our existence. .
Elder. Heal. He lives for you and your lovely mother. One whose sweet smile never left you for a moment that warm and cozy afternoon of April ...