A few moments after speaking with this irreplaceable man, I felt as secretly given part of his persistence, focus and quiet passion for the things he has always believed in life, whichever they were.
He who goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and does so mellow,
Lives as he ought and dies a good fellow.
Parafrasejant John Fletcher, a la paret de la barra del piano hall.
Foto superior de l'Helena Figueras, agost 2012.
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