Kiko, I walk in your name.

I never imagined the ways in which I could endure this walk for you. At eleven years old, such a young age, you have recapitulated already your older brothers’, your parents’ and grandparents’ personal histories. How can I design such an intricate route? It will be an honor to advance. A walk in your name forces me to settle and enjoy the conversations of countless people about you.

I devote the first steps of this walk on behalf of your immediate role models, may you and your siblings grow into a strong brotherhood; a circle of power based upon the need to protect you from the many shoots, screams, defeats, scarcities and confusion you overcome every day.

I envision as the arriving point of my walk, a celebration of your personal emblems. Your First Communion day, the occasion when you, Jesus Cristo, take Jesus Christ to be in you forever. You are made to his image and resemblance, you are him, and Jesus Christ is you as well, as He dwells within you, in Kiko. You do not know it yet, but your Padrino Valentín will guide you trough this reassurance of communion, a unity among every single particle of the universe, a complex conviction which will reveal itself when you most need it in life.

As I advance in our walk I also envision deep creeks, disguised, deathly… You are still a kid and what you play with you may become in adulthood. However I respect your culture, your attraction for weapons, particularly guns. I walk in your name removing every step of the way any symbol of their destructive power. Kiko, the road of this walk on your behalf is meandering and tilted, do not make it worse. Nevertheless any road you decide to take in life will lead you to discover the diverse forces which celebrate your being, just as you do it now on the bench in the Plaza in a hot day.