I had just written the most beautiful ever written piece of literature…

when the Devil, envious of my writing skills…erased it…it’s OK my

friend. I hold no grudge against you. We’ve known each other for a

while. I know your moods…you mine…we are good.

I had written a piece about seeing my friend Pedro and his wife

earlier today. We had coffee and pastries. The four of ours. His and my

wife. We had a good time. Our conversation turning on talking about

our families and their well being. My dear friend Pedro is from Puebla,

México. We talked about his Dad. Told me how he loved playing his

guitar and sing with his Mom. And how there was always people

visiting his house. We talked about the story about one of his guitars

suffering a major breakdown. Actually, a cervical fracture. And how the

guitar luthier had taken care of her. And how after that unfortunate

incident he got to appreciate his guitar even more. Taking into account

her effort to make him happy.

We talked about family and stuff. Time went by fast. Evening was

approaching. The temperature started getting colder…we said good bye.

It’s good to see old friends and reminisce about times past.

EO