After taking the courage to enter Albert's account, also known as el_ruso666, my loving partner. As I notice he has many messages from his online friends, I have no other choice but to make this post to tell the friendly community of my great Albert that it's almost been a year since he left us. He was taken from me on August 14th, 2012, after battling until his last conscious day against mediastinal cancer. A great man who knew what he was doing, what he said and what he wanted... a great life chess player who knew every move until life checkmated him from which he couldn't escape. Albert was a fighter in body and spirit, Father and Husband, unique in his kind... Unique because his revolutionary, fraternal and passionate spirit made him so. Therefore, community, although I'm not brave enough to close this account yet, I just wanted to pass on the sad news through this medium so they no longer send messages to him who is no longer here. And I dedicate a photo of him for you to remember him in his greatest moment of fullness and happiness: When he was dad for the first and only time.... at 40 years old.In the following lines, my biography of him for the years I knew and had by my side... I know you're a public that looks at photos, simply telling you a bit about him in brief lines that don't exceed 5 pages of a book, so they can get to know behind the scenes that great man he was.Biography
Albert Benesko was born on February 6, 1965 at 16:30 Hs Argentina, 22:30 Hs Volinya, just a few kilometers from Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, in the former Soviet Union. His mother Sasha Lisnievich gave birth to him in a hospital in that city on a snowy night where the Siberian cold reached -26°C, temperatures below zero characteristic of the area. His father was in Argentina, Antonio Benesko. Albert Rubio, 56 cm long and 2.950 kg heavy, came into life one February night, baptizing himself with a name so characteristic that he would carry it to the top of his story. At 8 months and 26 days, on November 2, 1965, he arrived in Argentina with his mother, when two out of every three planes fell from the sky, they landed safely and never returned to their beloved nation. He was a very chubby baby, very beautiful, upon arriving in Argentina, he didn't crawl, but instead ran across the floor. As you see it, at 8 months and 26 days, he started taking his first steps, walked, and ran. At 10 months, he left diapers behind. He grew up with giant strides, although a bit spoiled and stubborn, he was gestating a unique personality. Humble of heart, revolutionary in ideas and feelings, faithful and firm in every decision, my dear Alberto was growing up. His mother had two more sons besides him, the first of his brothers was Claudio, a beautiful baby with violet eyes, who died at 9 months of life due to an illness commonly known as pata de cabra, little is known about this topic since when he got sick his mother still didn't speak Castilian and didn't have good communication with doctors. Later, Andres, the younger one, was born, and Sasha felt like she had regained a bit of her lost life, so she clung to him too much, and Alberto may have felt it too and began to want to get his attention somehow. Although he didn't achieve much. In life, no one teaches us how to be parents and less how to deal with the emotional crisis so that the most vulnerable don't feel our pain, Sasha nobody explained to me why clinging to one child would emotionally suffer the other. There are many things I don't know about their stories because I met Alberto a long time later. At 12 or 13 years old, he started playing basketball for Atlético de Monte Grande when they didn't pay him a peso per game, he found money on the street and paid himself for months to start. Sometimes in intimate sadness I got to tell that his parents only went once to see him play, and since that day they never came back. In some way he always felt preference towards his younger brother, but the past made his mom live like this. At 18 years old, he put up his car engine repair shop, received from technical school as an auxiliary in maintenance, still not exercising a job that would polish his studies. He also worked as a carpentry assistant next to an uncle who lived close by. Then I entered several factories until my last job as a technician at Editorial Perfil, where years later they added him to a black list due to ideological and political differences. His first partner was Laura, 2 or 3 years older than him, he got married in March 1987, the year I was born. I don't know if he fell in love then, he said he got married to get away from his father's house, tired of living with his dad. Laura became pregnant and had a girl, Alberto excited about the news of being a dad, when he met her at the end of her first year of life, he didn't find any characteristic that would make her similar to himself, and I suspect it wasn't his daughter. He shared the surname with her but after separating from her mother he demanded an ADN test, which was always denied to him. Alberto started a relationship with Gladys, a woman he fell deeply in love with and already knew before. Gladys was in love with him but shared a love for another man as well. Blacksmith and Public Accountant, She was sick after a renal insufficiency in dialysis treatment, They had a relationship for 11 years, interrupted by a separation. Gladys was waiting to receive a kidney, Her mother donated it and when she tried to undergo surgery to transplant her mom's kidney, she died on February 3rd, 2004, three days before Alberto's birthday. Not long after that I met him. His brother Andrés helped him start a business in Luis Guillón, Where he worked as a computer professor, a Cyber opened up during the season when machines connected to the red, games and internet became a collective vice. I met Alberto one December night of 2004. I lived 5 blocks away from the local. We declared our love on January 17th, 2005. Although he made it clear to me on the first day that he was very confused with his grief and didn't know if he was ready for a relationship, I loved him unconditionally the day I met him. Moved by hearing me sing very recorded songs in his soul. When our gazes intertwined deeply on a summer afternoon, looking at each other without fear, without interest, and without caring about others' opinions, some angel saw us from heaven say I love you in a glance that united for always, to walk the same path, to mark a uniform thought, to identify under one person. Alberto became my guide, my protector, and I his caregiver, his soulmate perhaps, with 22 years of difference and some mistakes that made me older, I knew immediately that facing me was the love of my life. From now on, I will describe his life and work simply. He was a very passionate man, hardworking, who got indignant at any inhumane act. Who emotionally weakened by hiding his emotions, fearing to lose again but firm on the path continued to fight against life. Judged and misjudged for his addiction to cigarettes, they called him lazy, a liar, a degenerate for leaving With a girl younger than me, I, who at 17 years old fell in love with that man of 39 who gave me his love and sincerity. Although judged and criticized by those around him, I knew him, loved him, and still love him when I know men better. I could tie up the threads of that personality he had when listening to neighbors who grew up with him, understanding why there was so much criticism and accusation against a man who tried to live day to day without asking permission and was self-destructing due to a deep rift in his soul, a life full of emotional sorrows. The loss of a partner, the betrayal and lie of another. Humiliation and lack of humanity from those who were his relatives and did not want to support him. And although I also made mistakes with him, in his maturity he knew how to understand me and helped me see reality, His maturity and goodness gave me a second chance that I would not waste having him, loving him, wanting him, and making him incredibly happy. When Alan came into our lives we were about to separate. I wanted to leave, I forgive myself, and in those times we were parents. His happiness has no name and I will never forget how he looked at his son the day he was born. My big one so small, so human, so sensitive. I got sick during those times, maybe before, maybe after, I don't know. Only that I got sick and we discovered it too late, but I accompanied him until his last breath and did not leave his side until his burial. I will never stop loving him and although I may not see tomorrow, only that his passage through my life is unique, and his place will still be his place. Sometimes people judge us wrong... sometimes we make eloquent speeches without realizing that we cannot or should not opine in someone else's life. Often I find many people who criticized him for smoking without seeing why he did it, which led him to believe that a vice like this could protect or shelter him from something, because I seek refuge in habits that do not harm them... but they know... I also have to have habits bad... like not crying anymore, like not laughing more, if in the end life goes by and our emotions must be refined. Everything we oppress, store, and keep quiet stays somewhere where our feelings get frustrated. With him we give each other immense and mutual love, respect, and overvaluation of the other, given few times. We were a couple but also great friends, sharing ideas, thoughts, and events, without hiding anything from each other. Some angel illuminates our paths to find each other on time... before saying goodbye.
When Alberto died, the sky was furious and wouldn't stop saying goodbye between rain and lightning. It seemed like those noises followed me as I left the hospital, after 39 days of having him interned where I went alone around 50 hours to see our son and accompany him until his last breath. He didn't die in my arms but practically on them. I couldn't hold onto him, there was no way to do it when I noticed his difficulty breathing, so I called the nurse, only confirming my suspicions that he was starting the impossible process of slowing down, Alberto was leaving, or maybe his spirit was already saying goodbye to his body because when I woke up that morning, he was unconscious and no longer responded to my usual calls. When he stopped breathing or gave his last sigh, mom called the doctor, and there was nothing left to do. I tried to tolerate everything and went out to cry so as not to make others suffer, nothing is more hurtful and deteriorating for a patient than knowing that the person in the bed next to them has died.
Despite all this, Alberto always had immense willpower, and during his conscious days he fought until the last minute to walk again, to keep living. I remember his voice still in my ear telling me: 'it's unfair Poly, why me, why us? I want to live, I want to raise my son, that's all I ask of life, there must be a way... Why us?' And I say the same thing... Why do we see that people don't respect or value those around them every day, and yet we who respected and valued each other had to end up like this? I've only learned that nothing is forever, life, the people around us, deserve more time, more consistency, more love, more attention... And I understand it that way, but it still takes me a lot to be myself again. To develop freely with all of this happening, because I still wonder what I do here without him? And the answer is, I'm a mother, I must continue, life is that, keep standing in front of each abyss, if there's a duel you have to polish that anxiety, and try to continue. I haven't learned to polish my feelings, because I have a problem, I need to talk... and I don't trust anyone, I don't want to talk, because I'm afraid of not stopping crying. All the pain centered in my chest, all that anxiety of knowing I'm alone, and no longer being able to enjoy that momentous moment at home, comforting my soul, knowing I'm loved, finding myself in those deep gray eyes that showed me the transparency and mirage we would have wanted to see in all the eyes that look at us... It's not there anymore. He left and with him everything his splendor, all his strength, his personality that were the bulwark that kept me standing. Today, without him I don't find my place and it's hard for me to develop with my son because I feel incompetent as a mother. I can't give a lecture on this experience because more than teaching, with my pain I'm going to hurt hearts. Teach me to continue without you love. He will always live in my heart or soul. In my thoughts and feelings, not just because he's the father of my son, but also because we shared the most intense and beautiful emotions of my life, he was my great love. I don't know if tomorrow I'll have another love like this one. But I'm certain today that Alberto was the great love of my life. I wish for other people to have a great love like this in their lives. I started from behind, first living and loving, today studying and growing in knowledge.
I hope they are as proud of having been on the other side to accompany him as I am for sharing my life with that great grey-eyed man who captivated me.
To know him better... I dedicate this URL to you, Albert at his best moment.
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Albert Benesko was born on February 6, 1965 at 16:30 Hs Argentina, 22:30 Hs Volinya, just a few kilometers from Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, in the former Soviet Union. His mother Sasha Lisnievich gave birth to him in a hospital in that city on a snowy night where the Siberian cold reached -26°C, temperatures below zero characteristic of the area. His father was in Argentina, Antonio Benesko. Albert Rubio, 56 cm long and 2.950 kg heavy, came into life one February night, baptizing himself with a name so characteristic that he would carry it to the top of his story. At 8 months and 26 days, on November 2, 1965, he arrived in Argentina with his mother, when two out of every three planes fell from the sky, they landed safely and never returned to their beloved nation. He was a very chubby baby, very beautiful, upon arriving in Argentina, he didn't crawl, but instead ran across the floor. As you see it, at 8 months and 26 days, he started taking his first steps, walked, and ran. At 10 months, he left diapers behind. He grew up with giant strides, although a bit spoiled and stubborn, he was gestating a unique personality. Humble of heart, revolutionary in ideas and feelings, faithful and firm in every decision, my dear Alberto was growing up. His mother had two more sons besides him, the first of his brothers was Claudio, a beautiful baby with violet eyes, who died at 9 months of life due to an illness commonly known as pata de cabra, little is known about this topic since when he got sick his mother still didn't speak Castilian and didn't have good communication with doctors. Later, Andres, the younger one, was born, and Sasha felt like she had regained a bit of her lost life, so she clung to him too much, and Alberto may have felt it too and began to want to get his attention somehow. Although he didn't achieve much. In life, no one teaches us how to be parents and less how to deal with the emotional crisis so that the most vulnerable don't feel our pain, Sasha nobody explained to me why clinging to one child would emotionally suffer the other. There are many things I don't know about their stories because I met Alberto a long time later. At 12 or 13 years old, he started playing basketball for Atlético de Monte Grande when they didn't pay him a peso per game, he found money on the street and paid himself for months to start. Sometimes in intimate sadness I got to tell that his parents only went once to see him play, and since that day they never came back. In some way he always felt preference towards his younger brother, but the past made his mom live like this. At 18 years old, he put up his car engine repair shop, received from technical school as an auxiliary in maintenance, still not exercising a job that would polish his studies. He also worked as a carpentry assistant next to an uncle who lived close by. Then I entered several factories until my last job as a technician at Editorial Perfil, where years later they added him to a black list due to ideological and political differences. His first partner was Laura, 2 or 3 years older than him, he got married in March 1987, the year I was born. I don't know if he fell in love then, he said he got married to get away from his father's house, tired of living with his dad. Laura became pregnant and had a girl, Alberto excited about the news of being a dad, when he met her at the end of her first year of life, he didn't find any characteristic that would make her similar to himself, and I suspect it wasn't his daughter. He shared the surname with her but after separating from her mother he demanded an ADN test, which was always denied to him. Alberto started a relationship with Gladys, a woman he fell deeply in love with and already knew before. Gladys was in love with him but shared a love for another man as well. Blacksmith and Public Accountant, She was sick after a renal insufficiency in dialysis treatment, They had a relationship for 11 years, interrupted by a separation. Gladys was waiting to receive a kidney, Her mother donated it and when she tried to undergo surgery to transplant her mom's kidney, she died on February 3rd, 2004, three days before Alberto's birthday. Not long after that I met him. His brother Andrés helped him start a business in Luis Guillón, Where he worked as a computer professor, a Cyber opened up during the season when machines connected to the red, games and internet became a collective vice. I met Alberto one December night of 2004. I lived 5 blocks away from the local. We declared our love on January 17th, 2005. Although he made it clear to me on the first day that he was very confused with his grief and didn't know if he was ready for a relationship, I loved him unconditionally the day I met him. Moved by hearing me sing very recorded songs in his soul. When our gazes intertwined deeply on a summer afternoon, looking at each other without fear, without interest, and without caring about others' opinions, some angel saw us from heaven say I love you in a glance that united for always, to walk the same path, to mark a uniform thought, to identify under one person. Alberto became my guide, my protector, and I his caregiver, his soulmate perhaps, with 22 years of difference and some mistakes that made me older, I knew immediately that facing me was the love of my life. From now on, I will describe his life and work simply. He was a very passionate man, hardworking, who got indignant at any inhumane act. Who emotionally weakened by hiding his emotions, fearing to lose again but firm on the path continued to fight against life. Judged and misjudged for his addiction to cigarettes, they called him lazy, a liar, a degenerate for leaving With a girl younger than me, I, who at 17 years old fell in love with that man of 39 who gave me his love and sincerity. Although judged and criticized by those around him, I knew him, loved him, and still love him when I know men better. I could tie up the threads of that personality he had when listening to neighbors who grew up with him, understanding why there was so much criticism and accusation against a man who tried to live day to day without asking permission and was self-destructing due to a deep rift in his soul, a life full of emotional sorrows. The loss of a partner, the betrayal and lie of another. Humiliation and lack of humanity from those who were his relatives and did not want to support him. And although I also made mistakes with him, in his maturity he knew how to understand me and helped me see reality, His maturity and goodness gave me a second chance that I would not waste having him, loving him, wanting him, and making him incredibly happy. When Alan came into our lives we were about to separate. I wanted to leave, I forgive myself, and in those times we were parents. His happiness has no name and I will never forget how he looked at his son the day he was born. My big one so small, so human, so sensitive. I got sick during those times, maybe before, maybe after, I don't know. Only that I got sick and we discovered it too late, but I accompanied him until his last breath and did not leave his side until his burial. I will never stop loving him and although I may not see tomorrow, only that his passage through my life is unique, and his place will still be his place. Sometimes people judge us wrong... sometimes we make eloquent speeches without realizing that we cannot or should not opine in someone else's life. Often I find many people who criticized him for smoking without seeing why he did it, which led him to believe that a vice like this could protect or shelter him from something, because I seek refuge in habits that do not harm them... but they know... I also have to have habits bad... like not crying anymore, like not laughing more, if in the end life goes by and our emotions must be refined. Everything we oppress, store, and keep quiet stays somewhere where our feelings get frustrated. With him we give each other immense and mutual love, respect, and overvaluation of the other, given few times. We were a couple but also great friends, sharing ideas, thoughts, and events, without hiding anything from each other. Some angel illuminates our paths to find each other on time... before saying goodbye.
When Alberto died, the sky was furious and wouldn't stop saying goodbye between rain and lightning. It seemed like those noises followed me as I left the hospital, after 39 days of having him interned where I went alone around 50 hours to see our son and accompany him until his last breath. He didn't die in my arms but practically on them. I couldn't hold onto him, there was no way to do it when I noticed his difficulty breathing, so I called the nurse, only confirming my suspicions that he was starting the impossible process of slowing down, Alberto was leaving, or maybe his spirit was already saying goodbye to his body because when I woke up that morning, he was unconscious and no longer responded to my usual calls. When he stopped breathing or gave his last sigh, mom called the doctor, and there was nothing left to do. I tried to tolerate everything and went out to cry so as not to make others suffer, nothing is more hurtful and deteriorating for a patient than knowing that the person in the bed next to them has died.
Despite all this, Alberto always had immense willpower, and during his conscious days he fought until the last minute to walk again, to keep living. I remember his voice still in my ear telling me: 'it's unfair Poly, why me, why us? I want to live, I want to raise my son, that's all I ask of life, there must be a way... Why us?' And I say the same thing... Why do we see that people don't respect or value those around them every day, and yet we who respected and valued each other had to end up like this? I've only learned that nothing is forever, life, the people around us, deserve more time, more consistency, more love, more attention... And I understand it that way, but it still takes me a lot to be myself again. To develop freely with all of this happening, because I still wonder what I do here without him? And the answer is, I'm a mother, I must continue, life is that, keep standing in front of each abyss, if there's a duel you have to polish that anxiety, and try to continue. I haven't learned to polish my feelings, because I have a problem, I need to talk... and I don't trust anyone, I don't want to talk, because I'm afraid of not stopping crying. All the pain centered in my chest, all that anxiety of knowing I'm alone, and no longer being able to enjoy that momentous moment at home, comforting my soul, knowing I'm loved, finding myself in those deep gray eyes that showed me the transparency and mirage we would have wanted to see in all the eyes that look at us... It's not there anymore. He left and with him everything his splendor, all his strength, his personality that were the bulwark that kept me standing. Today, without him I don't find my place and it's hard for me to develop with my son because I feel incompetent as a mother. I can't give a lecture on this experience because more than teaching, with my pain I'm going to hurt hearts. Teach me to continue without you love. He will always live in my heart or soul. In my thoughts and feelings, not just because he's the father of my son, but also because we shared the most intense and beautiful emotions of my life, he was my great love. I don't know if tomorrow I'll have another love like this one. But I'm certain today that Alberto was the great love of my life. I wish for other people to have a great love like this in their lives. I started from behind, first living and loving, today studying and growing in knowledge.
I hope they are as proud of having been on the other side to accompany him as I am for sharing my life with that great grey-eyed man who captivated me.
To know him better... I dedicate this URL to you, Albert at his best moment.
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Comentarios Destacados
de tu pérdida y que la vida te de a tí y a tu hijo una segunda oportunidad,para salir adelante.
Sin olvidar a tu amor,pero con la fuerza para seguir luchando.
Mis mejores deseos de corazón.
El árbol de los amigos
Existen personas en nuestras vidas que nos hacen felices
por la simple casualidad de haberse cruzado en nuestro camino.
Algunas recorren el camino a nuestro lado, viendo muchas lunas pasar,
mas otras apenas vemos entre un paso y otro.
A todas las llamamos amigos y hay muchas clases de ellos.
Tal vez cada hoja de un árbol caracteriza uno de nuestros amigos.
El primero que nace del brote es nuestro amigo papá y nuestra amiga mamá,
que nos muestra lo que es la vida.
Después vienen los amigos hermanos,
con quienes dividimos nuestro espacio para que puedan florecer como nosotros.
Pasamos a conocer a toda la familia de hojas a quienes respetamos y deseamos el bien.
Mas el destino nos presenta a otros amigos,
los cuales no sabíamos que irían a cruzarse en nuestro camino.
A muchos de ellos los denominamos amigos del alma, de corazón.
Son sinceros, son verdaderos.
Saben cuando no estamos bien, saben lo que nos hace feliz.
Y a veces uno de esos amigos del alma estalla en nuestro corazón
y entonces es llamado un amigo enamorado.
Ese da brillo a nuestros ojos, música a nuestros labios, saltos a nuestros pies.
Mas también hay de aquellos amigos por un tiempo,
tal vez unas vacaciones o unos días o unas horas.
Ellos acostumbran a colocar muchas sonrisas en nuestro rostro,
durante el tiempo que estamos cerca.
Hablando de cerca, no podemos olvidar a amigos distantes,
aquellos que están en la punta de las ramas
y que cuando el viento sopla siempre aparecen entre una hoja y otra.
El tiempo pasa, el verano se va, el otoño se aproxima y perdemos algunas de nuestras hojas,
algunas nacen en otro verano y otras permanecen por muchas estaciones.
Pero lo que nos deja más felices es que las que cayeron continúan cerca,
alimentando nuestra raíz con alegría.
Son recuerdos de momentos maravillosos de cuando se cruzaron en nuestro camino.
Te deseo, hoja de mi árbol, paz, amor, salud, suerte y prosperidad.
Simplemente porque cada persona que pasa en nuestra vida es única.
Siempre deja un poco de sí y se lleva un poco de nosotros.
Habrá los que se llevarán mucho,
pero no habrán de los que no nos dejarán nada.
Esta es la mayor responsabilidad de nuestra vida
y la prueba evidente de que dos almas no se encuentran por casualidad.
30 comentários - A toda la Comunidad P!
Ojalá que esté en paz y en un lugar mejor.
De verda que lo lamento mucho.
Un abrazo fraternal para tdos sus seres queridos.
.
y te acompaño el sentimiento
espero que puedas superar este mal momento
fuerzas x tu hijo
En P! llegamos a conocerlo por lo menos un poco, un tipo fiel a sus ideales y que de frente hablaba las cosas como pocos realmente.
El mexiclan se pone de luto pues pertenecio a esta banda y lo seguira haciendo este donde este solo espero que tenga la paz que se merece.
Un gran saludo y condolencias por la perdida. a mirar al futuro con el recuerdo de los buenos momentos...
Q.E.P.D - @el_ruso666
Albert era un usuario con el que habíamos mantenido una relación muy amistosa y cordial por MPs y siempre tenía muy buena onda. Que descanse en paz y te acompaño el sentimiento, así como espero que puedas superar este mal momento y tengas fuerzas para tu hijo.
Saludos y un abrazo.
lamento la noticia
un buen user por lo q dicen,
aun si no lo fuera, no es algo q se le desee a nadie en esta tierra
pero como dicen mientras se lo recuerde
es como si no se hubiera ido
los acompaño en el sentimiento
grandes Poringueros de ley fue un gran tipazo!!!
Mis condolencias para su familia
Lamento mucho la pérdida que embarga tu corazón... lamento mucho más que seamos así los seres humanos que ante un acontecimiento tan grande sólo tenga pocos comentarios o no le den la importancia que debería, sé que la mayoría de ustedes lo conoció al menos por algún comentario como lo dice mi estimado amigo @heavy_soul pero estamos ante alguien que acaba de dejar este mundo y no sólo él se va, porque se lleva los corazones de sus seres queridos, familiares y amigos... a lo largo de mi vida sólo he perdido a un amigo, que murio debido a un terrible tumor cerebral, todos sus amigos estuvimos ahí y espero que para el buen @el_ruso666 tambien lo hayan estado, les dejo esta letra de una canción de un grupo mexicano, un pequeño pensamiento que va con el tema de este post.
Un saludo, un abrazo y mi más sincero pésame... como dije, a veces los seres humanos con nuestras acciones no demostramos lo verdaderamente sensibles que somos...
Lloramos por un amigo
que se ha ido al paraíso
para nunca regresar
lo vamos a extrañar
adios amigo
querido amigo
Nos deja un gran vacío
que en el corazón lo sentimos
con tan sólo recordar
los días no volverán
a ser los mismos
querido amigo
Ha sido difícil aguantar
este golpe al corazón
cómo soportar la realidad
sobre todo este dolor
Este llanto es por un amigo que se fue
que se nos ha adelantado en el camino
y que dios ha decidido tenerlo con él
allá cantará como lo hizo ayer
Este llanto es por un amigo que se fue
porque así es la vida así es el destino
cada triunfo cada aplauso son suyos también
y estas lágrimas son pensando en él
El amigo que se fue
Ha sido difícil aguantar
este golpe al corazón
cómo soportar la realidad
sobre todo este dolor
Este llanto es por un amigo que se fue
que se nos ha adelantado en el camino
y que dios ha decidido tenerlo con él
allá cantará como lo hizo ayer
Este llanto es por un amigo que se fue
porque así es la vida así es el destino
cada triunfo cada aplauso son suyos también
y estas lágrimas son pensando en él
El amigo que se fue
PAZ.
🆒 🆒 🆒
muy buen post gracias por compartir
A mi me paso un problema con un cancer (que al final resulto un tumor)
pero se entiende lo peligroso que es la vida y te da a pensar
en que debes querer, amar y divertirte, vivir tu vida sin rencores...
UNA VERDADERA LASTIMA QUE SE HAYA PERDIDO UN AMIGO ...
DESCANSE EN ETERNA PAZ AL GRAN ALBERT
ALBERT VIVE EN VOS Y TU HIJO. MUCHA FUERZA.