The issue is that after my good friend Julio Miranda, I called for help as it had been left homeless. I humbly offered my room and my bed. To celebrate we took a couple of bottles of wine and read poetry, we laugh at the world and slept until ... until at 8 am came through my door the landlady to remind me that THAT was the day I was to deliver the piece. And right there I remembered that he had not advised that my trip was postponed because I had joined the team in a play (last activity will be in my hometown).
We were both on the street. He helped me pack at the speed of light. While between laughter embalábamos I asked forgiveness for failing to comply with my offer .. to which he replied "... do not worry, that's not important, if I were you crying would be broken and desperate, not knowing where to go ...". Sure ... not even thought about it. Just thinking of the bright idea had occurred to me, send me all my boxes by bus, by paying, in my same name to the capital ... total I would like there in a couple of months. Where to sleep was an issue that still was not even thinking.
That day we test Theatre (he was the author and cast, and I was the sound and lighting ... lighting?), And we have a loud laugh test what had happened. No one laughed more than we are. The Director of the Work, a friend of the two, I offered a piece in your home ... Julito .. no idea who it was. Then I went to Santiago and in 10 years I saw only once (photo). I did not want to see more because after of having made a number of the story of the wolf in relation to HIV, was yes finally did. That's what health deteriorated and the Camelias Damo came up from the March 23, 2008.
apparently buried in Vicuña, where he spent his childhood and youth. And now that I was in Vicuña could not go see it ... see? If not already, we remember many, but is not, not physically.
He gave me a book once and was headed by typing "The Butterfly Effect embodiment ..."... he always so assertive!
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