How Soon After Waxing Can You Shower

: Javier Cubillo

mid-afternoon Eva called me with a muffled voice said to me: Javier Cubillo has died. Suddenly the grief pierced my soul. The blue of the San Lorenzo beach became leaden, the waves were transformed into squeaky knives and began to notice the ground she walked as if it were quicksand. A few minutes ago that just went in the hospital, the information is confusing, it is still early to know what happened, "said my sister. This medication is sometimes surprised and thrilled us with their accomplishments other fills us with rage and frustration, it appears that knows not keep up with the times. Shit the sea, yeah Harvey was a boy, was my age, maybe one or two less. You have to blame someone when the inevitability of death is determined to get there. The last time I saw him was in a chance encounter on the street in our neighborhood of La Luz. A friendly greeting, a word, a few questions about how we were going in life and how life was ours. Years did not maintain regular contact with him but a bunch of threads woven in our youth still held us together. In those empty afternoons of 70, stayed for nothing. And nothing was circling the neighborhood and talking, as if we were walking to grow as the song, or as if we talk to understand better the world and ourselves. He was a good conversationalist. And walked fast, very fast, as if in a hurry to get somewhere. While still lacking a few years for color TV came to this country, one day invited me to his house to see full-color western film on Sunday afternoons. The method was so simple and so transparent, and had so much greatness, like the heart of Harvey. A tinted plastic over the screen turned the sky blue and sandy desert land, in brown. And I got some records of Boney M and asked me if I did not like that music. I do not remember what I said but surely I did not pay very good gesture. Now from here I want to say yes, I do like the disco music of Boney M, if only to remember what those years were good.
Today when I was in San Lorenzo beach was filled with grief and I felt that I am a little less.
My deepest condolences to Nevis, his wife and daughters. A heartfelt hug for you.
You will be missed, kid.