Yesterday, an old friend died, he was writer and poet, he wrote in the newspaper "La Nacion" and in the magazine Soho, and wrote a poetry collection named "Soundtrack", in the personal, he was the one who showed me many of the authors, books, movies and music that fill my mind, Thanks Felipe, and good bye.




Raimar

La calavera sobre el fondo negro
La música de niña y ocarina
El vino de la mujer borracha y consejera
El corazón de esta nave a la deriva

Esconden malamente
La historia olvidada
de aquella cicatriz

Pero, Para que tanta tristeza, Capitán?
Si al final
Todas "se queman como el papel"
y uno aprende
-tarde-
que solo se hace amor
de las cenizas.

Felipe Granados "Sountrack"

Articulo de hace un año en la revista Soho:
Ultimo dia de mi vida



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