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Humility is one of the values I most cherish, as well as education and instruction. On the day I have a child, those are the main principles I will pass on to him, for I consider that, from there on, everything else will come naturally.

The idea of having a child stirs two distinct feelings in me: It frightens me, for the responsibility it represents, but on the other hand it is exciting, and this may even seem contradictory. But it is not. I obviously want to become a father. But not now, it is too soon for me for I am still very young. I also do not intend to get married now, nor in the near future. Right now I am of the right age to date, and I can do it because I am not pledged to anyone. The thirties seem to me like a proper age to take on a commitment as serious as marriage.

This does not mean that I cannot take that step at an earlier age - we never know what may happen tomorrow - but in all truth it does not figure in my immediate plans. However, I would like to have a child some time before getting married and if it is a boy, then he should have the same "football" genes as me, so that he can follow in my footsteps. If he looked like me, it would be even better. I will not say I would like to have a clone, but hope that our similarities would be easy to notice, at all levels. It would be pleasant to have offspring with the same characteristics as his father, one who may become a football player and build a great career. It would be spectacular. For now, I dream about that day, but for the moment I do not want to go beyond the limit of the dream. But one day, a day still far way, who knows?

During my sleep I usually dream a lot, and generally remember everything when I wake up. Curiously, one of the last dreams I have had almost turned into a nightmare: I dreamed I was getting married. I do not know to whom, for I cannot recall her face. I just remember that my "bride" was a beautiful woman, whom I loved very much. Just that. I remember my mother's joy, and the happiness of the people who surrounded me. I also recall that I was not a boy, but already a man. That was when I woke up. I felt great relief, but also deep pain, for I had just slammed my head against the wardrobe that is near my bed. Right then I realised that it was all a dream. What a relief!

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