GUSTAVO BELTRAN
my grandfather is a man who spends a lot of time looking at the ground and shaking his head. he is a man who writes entire novels on newspapers. every day he studies upstairs in his nook from 4 to 8. at 8 pm he comes down stairs a for a small dinner. he has the dinner and then he goes to sleep. yesterday tried to leave me with a quote by ruben dario, a columbian poet, but he couldnt finish it because he started crying.
Juventud, divino tesoro,¡ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro...y a veces lloro sin querer.
posted by wagner israel cilio iii @ 9:08 PM
4 Comments:
is this true israel? tell me about your grandpa...
you should send him something writerly, scholarly. a book of spanish poetry (i know we differ on this, but i like pablo neruda...), a blank book to write in... he sounds like you.
what does it mean?
p.s. i miss you, love you and happy new year merry xmas
his blood must rise up close to the surface of his skin
i wonder how old you'll get
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