Juan, it’s so hard to start. My thoughts are inside down. I can just hear your smile. Yellow paper for the man falls of life that I know. Today the sun is shiny as my friend Bob would say. You could almost forget it’s fucking Minnesota. My mind is full of questions, dark and disturbing questions. The kind you hide somewhere and try to forget. I still can’t believe that you made me attend a religious service, me the atheist. See what influence you have!
I keep or remembering our crazy conversations. You wanted to get me to Miami with you… you started eating veggie stuff…
You were here when I was sad, missing my sister: “keep it easy girl, life is beautiful!”. The wise man spoke.
I hope that you feel at home now… I’ll miss the conversations…
Actually, I’ll miss you my crazy Cuban.