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(WINTER OF THE 99) A LETTER FOR WHOM IT LISTENS Today I am hardly eighty years old, I had luck to arrive at that age, am eighty years old and I do not even include/understand many things of the life that surround to me. There is people who reach ninety or the one hundred to this life; it must be decision of God or the destiny. My future is uncertain, not that I am going to do with which I have left of life; there are many things that could undertake and I do not dare, although in the end already all we know at where we will arrive. In the end. It could make a list of my fear and surely that would put in the first place the children, those so tender and innocent creatures cause m...