MY FATHER AND HIS GUITAR

My dad playing and performing "The Clock" (El Reloj) by Roberto Cantoral. The girl's voice which is heard at the beginning saying "reloooooooj" it's me when I was  about 5 or 6 years. I am also making background sounds clock.

TO YOU

Hi. I's been  3 months. Do you know I miss you a lot? Do you remember the promise I made to you? Well, I am doing, but there is another I did to you and ask you if you are watching me from somewhere give me a hand.
Anyway. Let me tell you that these three months have not been enough to stop crying. I dream of you every night, sometimes I forget that you're not here and I even  start to dial your number and then  ... I remember the horrible reality.
People tell me not to cry, I must be strong, I have children but you know what happens? I do not think it's good suppress my feelings. And  I don't think that if you see me crying is wrong either-if you really see-because you knew this would happen. We talked about it a thousand times.
By the way .... how was the trip? You gave my greetings? do not forget what I asked you.
Well, I do not want to bother you anymore. I just want you to know that you're still in my thoughts-and you'll always be-you know why? Because you are nothing less than my dad.