called his loved ones around his bed. Fields in the room a content crowd sighs, the sound of glasses, chairs and hugs. A gentle wave of his hand in the air installed an ellipsis, a silence full of whispers waiting and expectation.
"There's something I want to say ... before I go.
stopped with a gesture of protest from anyone present, and continued:
"I had a good life . Say a full life ... that is, within the margins of fullness that allows ignorance. Now I ask you one favor: Do not make my death a tragedy. Do whatever, in any case, a time for remembrance, affection, ... for the tribute if you will, for love or gratitude. Do not give room for pain or tears misplaced or exaggerated. But above all ... do not let my death become more present in what you did my life. Do not prolong their presence beyond what is strictly necessary. If I have to remember, remember me alive, not dead.
I love you, and you know ... now ... I'm at peace. Goodbye.
said goodbye to each and every one with a kiss and slowly was alone. Then, without haste, as if fulfilling a ritual, got out of bed and dressed slowly. Were groomed by him and placed his clown nose. He took a suitcase from the closet, opened the door, his hand still on the doorknob, turned a little sideways smiling and said to the empty room:
-back soon .
And he left.
said he was in Thailand have been meditating on a perfect beach, talking does not really know why things with a hummingbird in the rain ; Bolivia and in the Gredos mountains dancing over the rocks. Some people swear to have heard singing the Stones' old issues in a tiny hovel in Kathmandu. You know about six deaths in Mexico, three in India, one in Peru and one in Indochina. Someone with your name tamed pigeons in a village there in Argentina until he died of old age.
They also have not ever attended any of their funerals, claiming always some unfortunate health problem. Some say he is still walking.
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