My favorite place. To think, read, listen to music and sleep.

In the company of Lobo, my beautiful dog. The best 5 star hotel in the

world. After 6:00 PM and its last call to cry for their dead ones…

The whole place it’s left to me. I can walk its streets and avenues. Enjoy

its trees and spring flowers. The solitude that burns my mind as the air

burns my lungs. It’s so deep and loud at times that I think am going to

lose my mind. The presence of Lobo gives me assurance of my limited

comprehension of things. Keeping me thus in check with reality.

After a walk we go to my Mama’s stone. I clean it. By then its dark.

The moon starts to show up. The smell of my surroundings is intense.

Smells Death. Smells life. I caress Lobo’s neck and head. He’s happy.

His company is priceless. To feel a warm furry body next to me in my

loneliness is magical. And when he lays next to me by my right arm…

I look at him and thank God for it. And I drink a long one from my

bottle of Tequila. Have a smoke. And a lime with salt. Read a while

using my petroleum lamp. Turn it off. Stare at the moon. Close my eyes

and go to sleep.

God bless this cemetery.

EO