I got there at 5:00 PM. There were still some people walking by. Most of

them leaving. Rosa went to her mother’s house. Her Mother is still a

little sick. But she’s getting better. Got Cuco and Lobo with me.

I’m at my Mama’s stone. Got the petroleum lamp. It’s windy and

chilly. The old tree sounds to recognize me. Cleaned around a little bit.

Got my bottle of Tequila. Some limes. My notebook. Cigarettes. A piece

of bread and cheese. Lobo and Cuco already ate. Later I will give them

something before we go to sleep. I also got some fritters my Mama used

to make. Being Christmas season I opted to bring some of them with

me to recall those sweet days. The moon is bright. As a silver coin.

The sky is clear and starry. I smell death and life. A fresh body was

interred this afternoon. And the old ones are almost losing their scent.

I also hear children voices among the lanes stones.

Laughter and crying from them. I’m used to it now.

Drink my Tequila and taste my limes. Lobo and Cuco look at me

inquisitively. Lay down on the stone and smother the petroleum lamp.

Look at the moon while feeling my Mama’s warm bones. Embracing

me. Extremely gently scratching me. As when she did to my head

when I was a kid. And made me fall sleep. As now.

EO