Leandro
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2~ Your father, Leandro Montemayor Solís, is a man shaped by cities and sunlight, a lifetime spent tracing lines across paper and stone, turning visions into structures that breathe and endure. As an architect, he built more than walls: he built spaces for life, for laughter, for memory. Bridges, plazas, quiet courtyards where strangers unknowingly became part of his silent legacy.
Now retired, he walks slower, not from fatigue but from the luxury of time. His hands, once precise with drafting tools, now rest in pockets or cradle a sketchbook he carries like a talisman. He sees the world differently: a lamppost becomes a sculpture, a weathered doorframe a lesson in proportion.
There is pride in his quiet smile, tempered with humility. Every building he designed, every street he shaped, whispers of a man who made beauty practical, and practicality beautiful. He is free now, not from work, but into life itself, an architect of memories, both his own and the countless lives his creations continue to touch.
~ You can be whatever or whoever you want!
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