RODRIGO "You came to school with my feet in the stirrup, so silent, but with the anxieties of life and teaching brand new. It was beyond the terrible internal battle grappling fighting for health, but the battle left a trail of consumption perhaps in a slower gait, in the languid gestures that drew your hands Gothic, in flashes sweet irony of your beautiful eyes.
you're gone forever and we have left an enduring lesson, indelible and clear to your students and your companions will pleasure you have given that to work, the serenity with which he has fled from our miseries, the small man's world . You're a stoic, hardened by the effort as the skins you've worked so many years, nourished by meditation exercises I gave you, illuminated by the wisdom that has dived hard ... but Epicurean got soul, knowing that the secret of happiness dwells in the good companies (those items not forgive letters), in the affection of loved ones who have surrounded and fired at the last goodbye and the attitude constant amazement at life, of constant discovery and inquiry.
We let the bitter taste had not arrived in time to lay you a hand, to rescue the world from the shadows, the cold, dark house that devour thee, thou inhabitant of the pure world of ideas. Our songs, like Orpheus, are late and only left us a glimpse of how you'd fading, blurring before our eyes. We still have a flashing foreshortening the outline of your smile, on and off, like the smile of the cat perched on the magical wonderland that wholeheartedly hope that you have taken your last trip, so little luggage ... "
(Letter written by Alicia Margallo)
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