I closed my eyes
and then cried.
I read a poem
and then cried. I bought
white roses and then I cried.
I picked up his things and then cried.
I remember every day
and then cry ...
and then cry ...
and then cry ...
and then ...
In last Wednesday's show had the pleasure of speaking with Encarna Carmona, whom I thank here the Christmas card I sent, along with a photos and some written directions. (A hug, Encarna). They also called our friends and Sebastian Filomena. I
I read a beautiful poem-Lluís Miquel Muntané / Praise of sadness, another of Don Vito / Posterity and one of my good friend JI Montes Pidal, Asturian great poet. The poem was titled do exist. A hug for everyone.