Vuela Joseba, vuela. Los que quedamos por aquí no te olvidaremos. Siempre estarás en nuestro recuerdo. La próxima te la dedicaremos a ti y va ser como tú te mereces. Hoy es un día triste.

Hoy me lo ha recordado un buen amigo:

«If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.

This could mean losing girlfriends, wives,
relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail. It could mean derision.
It could mean mockery–isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance,
of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods,
and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”

Charles Bukowski

Mi mujer me decía: «hay que ponerle un sito a la gata para parir». Yo le contestaba: «la gata ya tendrá bien elegido el sitio para parir, no te preocupes». Finalmente, los dos teníamos razón. La gata pario esta noche en el armario de la ropa de Lore. Y nadie nos hemos enterado, ni de que entró en casa 🙂