Today it dawned raining in the little state of Connecticut. Behind the glass window, it looks romantic, melancholic, and beautiful, so beautiful as to feel untouchable, beneath a freezing temperature inaccessible to human fragility, as beautiful yet untouchable as the majesty of the sun, which burns you if you get too close and blinds you if you stare too long.
Today it dawned raining in the little state of Connecticut. An umbrella lay fallen on the pavement, its striking colors unable to prevent it from unfolding gracefully, as if still trying to shield itself from the drops falling from the sky. The steady sound of the rain creates a soothing melody, while the umbrella might have offered a warm refuge to an owner who is no longer there. Raindrops dance through the air, and the dim light highlights the scene, creating a quiet and serene atmosphere, like the silence that comes before life itself.
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Today it dawned raining in the little state of Connecticut. Before a fading January slips away beneath the illusion of the noisy rush of daily life, and the hurried pace of people who cannot even stop long enough to notice that today it dawned raining in the little state of Connecticut.
I wonder whether I somehow skipped an interval in space and time, or perhaps deceived myself while watching all the waters that have passed beneath the bridges since that morning when I startled everyone with a thunderous cry announcing my arrival into this cruel world. Because when I look back, all I feel is the nostalgia of dear friends who departed one after another along that mysterious path filled with unanswered questions, a road each person must walk alone: Benito De La Cruz, Daniel Cabrera, José Veras, Ángel Cabrera, Freddy Frías, Ramón Albrinco, Manuel Cabrera, Sony López, and Ramón Belleya… the last to leave, clinging to his guitar. He died as he lived, simply singing, singing to love, singing to life, detached from everything.
Today it dawned raining in the little state of Connecticut. And I… I will raise a glass to each of them with a carefully chosen pour of Brandy de Jerez finished in Sherry Casks… like in the old days, my friends, those days of the cursed route, the machine, and the half chicken.
Cheers.
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