Tea London Fruit & Herb Company

We are surrounded by things that can be utilitarian, decorative single, ugly or beautiful. Old objects, newly purchased, hated, that give us satisfaction, to help us. They become happy, or sadden us. In short any adjective may be added insurance that fits you one of them. However, very few of the things around us or we carry have implied a love story or endure over time related to events that are memorable and timeless.
Rodolfo In January 1939, a maracucho and confirmed bachelor, born with the century, succumbed to the easy smile and contagious joy of Susana and offered as proof of what was to be his eternal love: an engagement ring. It was made with gold from the mines of El Callao and she just was separated from his ring, thirty-five years later, at the time of his death. True to the promise he made in the Church of San Juan and met Rodolfo true devotion for all los años que la sobrevivió, quedó el compañero de ese anillo, luciendo su constancia anudado al recuerdo de la esposa ausente. En 1985 a la muerte de Rodolfo se reencontraron los aros en un estuche azul. Ya el tiempo y su continuado uso habían desvanecido las inscripciones internas de los apelativos cariñosos con el que solían llamarse mis padres y primitivos dueños: Susy y Rody, pero sabía que ese mismo tiempo no había podido borrar el legado de un amor que no conoció el olvido.
Ocasionalmente el estuche era abierto y la fantasía volaba en mi imaginación. Quizás los dos aros al estar juntos de nuevo recordaban las fatigas y los momentos de lucha. O por el contrario acunaban a alguno de los cinco hijos de the couple. Them in their hands made me long for the arrival of a love that exceeds the limit of time, which extended for many years but the couple remain fractured by death.
In 1990 came the moment of release from confinement rings inside the blue box. This time the words love and promise were not such as swearing in a church, but written and signed before men. It has been almost 20 years but now rings are engraved on the faded names two new: Ileana and Gustavo, I still look like reeds planted on the banks of a river whose flow brings the sound of the words of love always heard, clean and huge, coming from my parents.