Haven’t gone to these past few days. Tested Covid-19 positive.

Rosa went to her Mama’s house. I shall be isolated for two weeks.

Yes, it feels as a lousy, at times excruciating cold. Nothing can be done

about it. But to let time takes its effect. I’m been eating frugally.

mostly salads, beans, lentil soup and fruit. And water, drinking water as

a thirsty mad man. With ice, at room temperature, warm…

just give me water. I still drink my Tequila. At night time.

What I do; once evening shows up, I go to the back of the

house. Sit outside the small work room. Replicate part of the

cemetery escenario. By sitting before a small wooden table…

surrounded by tall bushes. Placing a second petrol lamp I have in the

work room on the table…my Tequila, limes and salt. And an orange.

While the radio plays Bach at my back in the work room. Big part of my

days is spent at this place. Mostly at night time. Lobo is next to me.

Seeming unconcerned. But attentive to some of my moves in and out

of the work room. I just gave him dinner and an apple. He loves it.

He’s happy. Me too. And since Rosa is not home, I shall be here until

midnight. I think about the cemetery. Speedy, the feral cat worries me.

Because I can not go out. But I’m thinking. To drive by and drop a few

cans of tuna and ask Felipe, one of the workers I know; to open them

before he goes home. I shall do that. I don’t feel my regular normal

level of energy. But, I’ll do it. I like to think Speedy is not letting

anybody get close to my Mama’s stone. And so here I am. Enjoying a

terrific high class, top of the line convalescing days. And enjoying as

well, the moon as if I were at the cemetery. Laying on my back on my

Mama’s stone. Missing the sweet old crackling of her bones.

But, tomorrow will be another day, as we all know. If I’m still alive. That

is. For now, I have the moon to myself. As the stars, I can somehow

see, because of the artificial lighting around…but still, I can see some.

I also have all the fresh night surrounded me. So…Tequila, limes, Lobo,

Bach at the back…sweet life! You’ve been generous to me.

What can I say, except to listen to my thoughts and think about Rosa.

EO