This morning I saw him very badly. The only man capable of being cured, before seeing me advance by phone that the situation was very complex. He said he was very old, that his body would not work and that his soul wanted to go. Clinically argument was impossible to save. ¨ Only a miracle can save him said. Whenever I refused to endorse everything he said science and place my faith and my belief in the irrational, but this time it was very difficult to save. I, without being an expert on the subject, I realized that was not done.
morning Diega approached to offer every assistance. He watched from afar the talk I had with this man and realized that my optimism was almost absurd. That everything was already said, that life is so, that there is a way in which we must be constantly accepting the loss, that life is about accepting the absences.
You could tell he wanted to give me a hug, as did many times. But maybe I would give it to no end to bury my expectations, perhaps to delay a few more minutes on my way to acceptance.
L of sadness I felt a thousand miles, but still was not prepared to face this tragedy. Bambi
When I was going type. He had not heard anything he had said the professional, but when he sat in front of him and touched him, he transformed the face immediately. He said nothing I look into your eyes I look at Diego and did not take their eyes tell me that even miracles were impossible in this case.
Bambi is my brother and I loved him as I do, but seemed to be more whole or at least more avocado to hold back, perhaps to dribble the feeling or perhaps because I knew that my life would be very difficult after that music after this, my house at night when everyone is asleep. Thereafter. Sebi
told me that we are all going to come this time. Strong hug him and say goodbye. Arriving afternoon
accept a little loss.
My guitar will never play the sound of his voice, but I will give other songs.
in my house is always going to be the giant hole that I will remember.
And in my heart the sound of his C major tune.
I'll never forget the morning of 9 March with Bambi Saavedra, Diego and Sebi, when he diagnosed my chronic Piano out of tune, the musical death.
Saturday in the back I tell if I buy another or as the story goes. CHANO
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