When I was little I remember I loved playing in the leading edge is a Fuimaono flowing in Coyoacán. There, I always imagined as a small fish swimming in crystal clear water '. Sometimes I filled a water bottle neck' of the river hoping to catch some animals. My bad luck never found any fish and my container transparent vacuum always rhyme. One day, I never thought not to fish and I said to myself "I'll do a` last 'to `time to pull the bottle out of the` water of life I heard a movement and looking inside I saw a fish orange was inside. My face of happiness she could not describe, the fluid was full of life. By the time I thought my quest to show my friends, now is the orange fish had a start that I wet and I left empty-handed. This short story reminds me of what my grandfather said: "It is better a dove flying in the hands of a hundred."
Héctor Ávila.
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