This Saturday February 26 we'll meet again, Charly.
At six p.m. tod @ s climb the park of San Pedro de Visma (where the old barracks and today continue the batteries with guns) to disperse and distribute your dear ashes from the winter, the stars and the green labyrinth that once took almost an hour to go (do you remember? How stupid we were and what we laugh later!)
And
I guess turn-about seven or seven-something-we'll have something in "Imagine" ( Negreira villa opposite the PesK2) to celebrate always, whatever happens, you will be very close to all of us.
But that love and friendship always remain as you know, right?
ROSE ME AT THIS TIME
Right now I rise, and release me
the boundaries of time and space.
I play in that garden that has not been trodden by foot
man.
With mine, move the feet of the dancer. I'll
music at the center of that higher world. Perhaps a human voice
will fit my voice.
surpassed the distant horizon, perhaps we wake
at dawn from a distant world.
More Love endures, and never forget
the trademarks of their fingers.
The holy fire burns,
and every spark that flies off
is a sun.
more we agreed, would be more advisable
our government to find a tiny cache
where to sleep our Terran divinity
delaying the drawbacks of our
Reign for the next day.
the sake of that love
of weak humanity.
Gibran Khalil Gibran
Greetings Jim, take note and remember that we are on Saturday at six in the Park of San Pedro de Visma, next to the maze.
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