May this Saturday be a blank canvas. Where you can paint the colors of your aspirations and realize your greatest desires. Have a nice Saturday! Kisses from ❤
I feel fine all the time she's around me, now... She's around me now all the time ... And if I'm well you can tell that she's been with me now.... She's been with me now..... she's been with me now, quite a long, long time... and I feel fine.
May this Friday night be a start of a fantastic weekend that will be full of happy moments, love, and serenity. Wishing you a restful night and sweet dreams.
I assumed I wouldn't go to see Paul this time. I always went, even to Montevideo in 2014 when he didn't come here. When the tickets went on sale I didn't have a penny so I said to myself: I've seen him several times. It won't have to be.
But life taught me to expect the unexpected. Some money appeared (Thanks, old man, from beyond) and a friend, Barbie, appeared and asked me: "Are you going to see Paul? I have tickets." The miracle had happened.
And again I was at River's stadium, like so many times, waiting for the indescribable. Because there is no video, no photos or audio that can decode it. What happens intimately I feel incapable of translating into the precariousness of spoken language when I try to convey my feelings. That was what struck me in body and soul, that night in 1964 when I was 8 years old, when I watched the Ed Sullivan Show on Channel 13 at the old black and white Zenith (Thanks, old man, again). And nothing was the same.
On the night of October 5th, I was 8 years old again.
Although reality “keeps hitting us down,” ART saves me. Thanks, PAUL,for coming to the rescue.
I made the drawing as soon as “the cherry album” (that’s what we called it) appeared, I must have been around 14 years old.
