I’ve realized one thing or two with this sanitary crisis we are going

through. It’s been over a yer now. I’ve spent my time between the little

house and the little room. Between the sofa and the chair. Between

reading a book five minutes to reading about what’s happening in my

country México. All day long. Watching old detective videos and old

movies. I’ve gained a few pounds. More, about…many pounds. My belly

soars in height as an eagle. Actually, hangs down as a worm. But, that’s

not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the unimportant things I

thought were important. Not really. I’m talking about how little I miss

the physical presence of anybody. Seeing somebody face to face. I’ve not

enjoyed myself so much as currently. Without going places. Visiting

others. Entertaining no one. Sleeping late. Going to bed late. Taking a

shower until I can’t stand my own stench. Growing a silly beard.

And playing my beautiful guitar when I feel like it.

As visiting an old lover now and then and having the pleasure of

enjoying her voice and laughter. That’s how my life presently is.

I’m thankful to relatives and friends who don’t call me. It’s good not to

have any money. I’m rid of calls asking for loans. The money I have I

spend it on red wine. You see, sweet love of mine, life couldn’t be better.

Love you much. Sleep well. See you tomorrow.

Sincerely yours.

Ernesto Onofre