I finally got to come here. These past Christmas holidays were hectic.

Having guests every day for two weeks. It was a bit much on my nerves.

Inasmuch as I love my relatives and friends…needed time to myself.

I thank Heavens I got to enjoy their sweet company and conversation.

And being at the cemetery by myself, makes me realize the joy of being

alone. In company of Lobo and the stars. I’m all prepared with all

essentials. Tequila, limes, the petroleum lamp and cigarettes.

Night is a bit chilly. Have my Mama’s scarf. 100 years old, around my

neck. As her warm sweet delicate arms. The aroma of Flor de Noche

wafts in the air. Hitting the walls of my nostrils as strong waves.

As the ones that carried me to the beach sand when I was a kid.

As I was saying, the mood is right. The cemetery is all mine.

So to speak. As well as the echo of steps and children voices I hear.

Left on by the last visitors. The marble of Mama’s black stone feels

warm. As usual. I hear a knocking under it…well, yes. She’s asking if

I’m ok. I tap back, I’m ok. We feel ourselves totally without saying a

single word. That’s the magic of it. I don’t know how I found about it.

But I’m happy I did.

Will read a little…smoke a cigarette or two. Have another long one

and then close my eyes and sleep.

Good night.

EO