My mother accept when it argues that it was the good student, both in private and public. That responsibility lies in me. Again my friends received me excited, something more mature, more experienced etc. As always the flag hoisted continued to be the main dish of the institution and us food a la carte. A. If they were things at school. A day passed through the classrooms asking who would participate in the event.

me with lyrics tiny to a. I said: that was only involved and which furthermore would with a poetry for women’s day. When the young girl of the grade 11 retired, many of my friends told me in jest. If you go back to doing the same cucumber shame you take it you only. And worst of all is that of eleven girls are going to mock and may not be boyfriend of none of them. And those who have studied the Bachelor know that things are so, be a girl of eleven boyfriend is something that allows you to receive thousands of glances at school or college.

Well the fact is that that day I came and suddenly they mentioned my name. Passing to the dais a teacher took the microphone in their hands and give it me. I looking to 1000 students in all courses, sigh and sat me on the dais, then people to see me to after asked students forward to sit. A. If take was, the poem that I wrote and began to read it. At the end. Listen to great excitement among girls of eleven 11 began to applaud and as if had been something contagious within two seconds the mil students applauded unanimous. They were 15 seconds of Fame unforgettable. Since then girls of all salons I sought to make write them beautiful poetry. A kind of anonymous Neruda. Well the best part of my story was when you arrive at the salon, all my friends I clapped, hugged me and said; Good we won us girls of eleven by you. Then my soul rest, because that was my purpose. Not so much that fleeting fame and if the ability to demonstrate me to myself that if it could do it. Jose Orlando Melo Naranjo original author and source of the article.