@ s. Sooner or later had q occur. Mario Benedetti, one of the q most influential authors in this emotionally speaker (along with Angel Gonzalez also died ) left us on Monday at the age of 88. This wizard of feelings in rhyme, that teacher the caress in verse, the true giant of the word q accompanied me so many times over so many tracks (and even during my few victories) exalted yesterday his last verse. And all I q I can do is pick up again one of the many truths as q fists in his day beat me inside and few have done. Rest in peace master ... NO TE
SALVES
not stay still on the roadside does not freeze the joy
not want
reluctantly not save yourself now or ever
not save yourself do not fill them with no reserves of quiet
world just a quiet corner
not let it fall like heavy eyelids
trials do not stay without lips
not fall asleep without sleep
not think you bloodless
not judge yourself without time
but nevertheless can not help
and freeze the
joy and want and I reluctantly
now saved and you are filled with quiet
reserves in the world and only a quiet corner and you drop
eyelids heavy as judgments
and you wipe no lips
and go to sleep without sleep
no blood and I think you judge
and without time and stay motionless
roadside and then you save yourself
not stay with me.
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