Hi Alejandra. How far it looks
Valdetorres Jarama this UNL-35 industrial shipyard. These are many hands Armored girlfriend youth in the eyes, feet trodden groove and the sun lights the Mauser blond, hiding from the cold of February.
Jarama thirst for wheat, yellowfin July Heras, gypsum wall ailing, wool mattresses and bare streams of breath in the summer. I lose all this, after a few mountains that exile and only leaving my children in this country. If you come looking for me, just find me in my childhood. Diego Sebastián
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My uncle Sebastian De Diego, went to fight against bullets and shrapnel pulling the Second Republic Franco, aged 18. Wrote one last letter to my grandmother Alejandra Blanco from Alcazar de San Juan (Toledo), marched to an offensive by EPR. Today I allowed myself to remember 70 years later, his last invent letter, way to France in February 1939. To never forget my memory alive.
