They played three times at my door and when I opened, I found Jose Maria, my neighbor’s life with a letter in his hand. I thought that I was the recipient, but I was wrong. The letter was for him. I was intrigued by that bequeathed him more enigmatic fashion: introduced by the window, when he wasn’t, and to complete the mystery sender lacked. Jose Maria is a wise and good man. Their children regard it as a good father of family and their neighbors have no complaint from him. But in recent days it was a bit sad and even told me that he did agree with a writer that he had renounced Colombian nationality.
Colombia has me disappointed. It seems that the anonymous sender of the letter heard him and decided to write you. With the permission of my neighbor the particular public letter that has been written is not known where and sent by someone who wishes to keep his identity a secret: for you, COMPATRIOT yesterday saw him discouraged, as taking account of sadness as seeking explanations for the war as telling him things to nostalgia. Saw it without spirit and breath, as blaming God of his tragedy as looking in every being a culprit as telling him the stars cease to shine. Dear compatriot believe that peace has been lost because the people rise against the people and the evil is everywhere. With you I would like to talk about compatriot.
If you want to see peace look front to their children in the morning; always speak to your hearts; throw them blessing and do not quit without giving him a kiss to everyone. If you want to see peace my good friend, does not regret of his bad luck; do not pour fuel to the fire or curse others; If it is called don’t say goodbye; If they ask for his help working and nothing more. If you want to see peace, dear compatriot, not serve two Lords, neither hatred nor to the trap. Lift the front and extend a bridge. Between you and your neighbor; between the country and its destiny. If you want peace, compatriot, love it; look for her, loving her and express his love. Ask God for her, tell her that she is needed; cries for his absence and gets nostalgic when it makes reminiscences. If you want peace, my friend, if need you to and not already feel its essence, do not wash hands or dirty conscience.