The name ... magic word with which a person is identified. They can be loved or hated and behind each one there is a story ... Today in the story of Sunday (english version), I share the story of 2 names and a song. I hope you enjoy it
Sucre State – Venezuela, at the beginning of the 20th Century- Source
My first remembrances are responding to the name of "Joseíto"
Then I remember with some anguish the very valid quotation of my father:
Fuck Joseito! ... You call yourself Pedro José ... And do not cry! That the men bid but do not cry!
My old man, always so emotional, I would say, but since people outside of Venezuela will not understand me, we'll leave it emotional...
A few years later, at school, they started calling me by the last name. Now I was "Boada." Until my first girlfriend called me by my last name ...
The composition of my name is due to my father and the devotion of my mother. My dad's name is Pedro Roberto, but everyone knows him as Roberto. So my mother, twenty-one ... in love ... I mean, corny, proposed to put me Pedro so that his first son had the same name as his father. My dad bought it.
Of course I still do not know if it was just a ruse to impose the Joseph, because that if it was not negotiable. The Joseph of my name is a promise fulfilled. My mother suffered a lot with her first pregnancy (my sister Odalys), so she entrusted José Gregorio Hernández with a lot of faith to make this second one better ... And as it was great, then either it was José or it was Gregorio.
And it was better that way, because Pedro Gregorio ... As my grandmother Margarita said ... Millet that does not hit even with "cautaro"!
Every good story has its soundtrack. And the song of this publication is of Mr. Evio Di Marzo (If the brother of Yordano), in a new version. I hope you enjoy it ...
Source- Youtube
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