I’m getting there as early as possible. After leaving my office.

I’ve started to sketch the surroundings of my Mama’s stone. And I like

it. I have a tuna sandwich in my backpack along with water…two

limes…a can of tuna for the cat…my cigarettes and Tequila. I’m good.

Lobo is with me. I’ve sketched the stones…the tree above with its old

as time stems and leaves…the large tall mausoleum fifty feet away.

Lobo…last cemetery visitors walking back home…some of them

laughing…some crying. Once done, because darkness is falling with

the Autumn curtain early…I get this petroleum lamp light I have hidden

behind an old tree. Everything is old around here. As old as time. As

early as the ten year old girl who was interred two days ago. I lit my

my lamp light when I have my sandwich and opened the tuna can

for my furry friend. And to read. Then the stars start showing up. The

moon shines high and bright. The wind gets chilly. The Tequila warms

up my blood. Start felling the pulsating rhythm of my Mama’s heart.

And I experience a calm state of mind. That beautiful feeling is brief.

But eternal. Carry me through the night and the following day.

Lay on my back till midnight when I fall asleep. After having heard

hundreds of lullaby songs sang to old a people and children who

continue sleeping. Just a few steps away.

EO