Something unexpected happened this evening.

As I was about to perform my usual routine. Laying on the cold marble

stone; I heard a piercing lamenting cry. About two hundred yards

away. It was an old man crying on his knees. At first, didn’t want to

disturbe his space and time…I waited a few seconds till he noticed I

was present. He looked at me with deep sad eyes. Red blood eyes.

I approached him very gently. I realized his situation was a delicate

one. Had to be tactful. He told me his name. I told him mine.

We were silent for a while. He was probably thinking he wasn’t to meet

anybody. I wasn’t. I offered him my hand. He took it. I offered him a

a shot of my Tequila. He drank it. He was mute. His chin to his chest.

I told him who I was and my reason about being in the cemetery.

There was a brief and sudden half smile in him. He looked at me.

He said to be thankful to had met someone in one of the most

unexpected places. I told him things happen and he said yes.

We had a twenty minute conversation and I left him carry on with his

doleful evening and I went back to my marble stone.

To scratch Lobos’ head. Drink the rest of Tequila and have a good night

sleep.

EO