My father is Vinicio Mujica

It's great father, because he cares about all my problems.

Not every day I visit but always aware of what I need, but he wants it his way.

Thanks to him I have never wanted for anything and although it shares much with us just what we love.

My father likes to play dominoes, watch sport.

Finally my father and I have something in common is that we are both fans of “Las águilas del  Zulia”.

Happy day of dad

MY FATHER

I have at home a sovereign

one whom my soul reveres;

is the crown of gray hair

honor is the law and under his guidance.

In slow hours of misery and grief,

full of strong and manly constancy,

keep the faith with which I spoke of heaven

in the first few hours of my childhood.

The bitter proscription and sadness

in his soul opened incurable wound;

is old and in his head

the dusty road of life.

See the world the fierce storms,

the fate of unhappy times,

and passes, as Christ the Tiberias

standing on the hours curled.

Dry your tears, shut their pain,

and only his eyes fixed duty,

picks thorns and flowers spilled

on the path laid out for their children.

He said: "Whoever is good, bitterness

never cheeks wet with tears:

flower in the world of fortune

at the slightest breath leaves are removed.

"Do good without fear of sacrifice,

man has to fight calm and strong,

and who is evil and hates vice

a couch of roses in death.

"If you are poor, be satisfied and be good;

if you're rich, protects the poor,

and the same at home as in foreign

Guard your honor to live honest.

"He loves the freedom, freedom is the man

and most severe judge is consciousness;

save as much as you honor your name,

for my name and my honor are your inheritance. "

This code august, my soul could,

since I heard it being recorded;

in all storms was my shield,

of all storms has saved me.

My father is in his look serene

accurate reflection of his honest conscience;

How kind and good advice

amazed at the brilliance of his eyes!

The nobility of the soul is its nobility,

the glory of duty is his glory;

is poor, but holds his poverty

largest page in its history.

As the worship of my soul her love,

as luck would have to honor his name,

was love that inspired me as a child

the most sacred inspiration of man.

I want the sky to the song that inspired me

always love your eyes to see,

and all the verses of my lyre

these are worthy of its name