He sounds loud and powerful here in the living room.

Loud as a storm. I left a small plate with water and another with

broken peanuts in another. He sounds crazy. Happy. Which makes me

happy. He and I have been around for some time now. I guess he

doesn’t get tired of me as I don’t get tired of him. How can you get tired

of a sweet singing brother? Not me. Remember the first time I heard

him. I was walking back home from the river I used to go every single

day. In that small town where I was born. The moon was shining bright

above me and my dog. A thunderstorm was approaching. The night

smelled as sweet as Flor de Noche. Got home. Ate something and went

to sleep. The cricket kept singing.

EO