365 days ago today, I called home to our house, my friend My sister, Aley. I was in a meeting with Teresa Franco, discuss with your group what they would do to solve the problem that was generated in Almagro to "the efforts of a house." That gave them the news: Alejandro Aura had left the world.
I was devastated. It was the last parent who had taken in my eternal search for the paradigmatic figure to fill the void left which brought me to the world.
Today I live in Madrid, a few hours ago, I received an email informing me that my aunts, my father (biological) was born on March 28, 1944, ie 26 days after Alexander . Was recorded in Santa Maria la Ribera ... ie, the neighboring colony of San Rafael, where Alexander was born. Could it be that those two kids ever crossed your footsteps?
Today many sleepless nights I have no biological father, but my family has been returned.
One year ago today that my last foster father left me an orphan, but I still whispering and winking. Just pay attention to find among the "coincidence" that so often invade me ....
"When you finish this verse I sing
I do not know, I do not know my mother
if I expect peace or terror,
whether now or if the still
For the reasons I go fencing
daily, invisible,
and chance comes to me enredadndo
powerful, invincible ... "
(Silvio Rodriguez" Empty Causes " - 1986)
Today, does a lot of exiles that Alexander is with me. His book "Internal Drum" gave words to my soul for a long time. Today also opens the possibility to continue to find my family, settling down in Spain ... and "come home" ...
What a big hug to Alex, wherever you are. Maybe next to my grandmother, dancing or danzón chotis, perhaps taking a rum with my grandfather Angel and discussing poetry and boats.
Today, from Madrid I remember with a smile, because I also let my friends and you shared a piece of your universe ... Dear Alexander!
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