Cuando muera.

Esta mañana desperté recordando a mi abuelo. Un hombre lleno de vida, fuerte, cabezota, sabio, que no se resignaba a vivir una vida de desencanto, profesor, pintor, poeta, escritor y luchador. Ahora que no está, hoy me doy cuenta de cuán sabio era y de todo lo que tenemos en común. Quizá no sea la […]

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Missing a great man.

He was a character. No ordinary man. He was a genius, a philanderer, a writer, a painter, a poet and a celebrated professor. I was young then, when I sat listening to his dissertations on life, his attacks to politicians, and his hatred towards the ordinary. I was too young then to celebrate such a […]

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