Today I woke up and saw my father
He was there, looking back at me… with this expression … funny, sad, tragic even, peripatetic, wise, the I’ll hear you alright but most definitively I wont believe you sort, with abandoned puppy but ever sparkling kind eyes… that was so him.
For a man that didn’t know how to laugh you had an outstanding sense of humour.
In depite all, or maybe ’cause of it all you kept going on; I salute you Pachus, father.
Then I toasted a couple slices of homemade rye bread and boiled a moka of Chiapa’s coffee. Went outside to have a smoke, to hear the neverending gossip of the birds, to say yellow to the sun, to the wind, to the clouds.
Took a very hot shower, washed my teeth, came down to the suite, put my colourfull skull t-shirt, lighted an incense, offered the merit, connected the hard drives and deleted all the timelines.
Now lets start again, fresh, newborn baby Jesus on anphetamines power editing
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