I present to Téllez, here is where are all my dreams, my DNA.

My nose of my father, I look like an aunt who never met but I feel proud when I say it.

I have taste for the arts as my grandfather and my uncle Tacho ... still remember when I went to my grandmother's house and liked to feed the chickens, climb the walnut to lower nuts and noticing if there was a nest with birds .

I loved hearing about my grandfather loved him and felt that although I never saw the face.

I am proud of all, each piece forming my family proud of my aunts and uncles.

Even me I taste the puddings and gelatins I had my aunt Conchita ready every Saturday when I went to see it with my dad.

I remember when my grandmother died and see the number of people who were and know he was loved by all Santa Maria.

I like my Dad Talk to me when working in the factory with my uncles and when he wanted to be a bullfighter and was called "The macarenito"

It may take generations, but it's good to know where we come from, because only then will we know where we're going.