spring was 80 when I met him. Her voice permeated the English Village of Barcelona. My skin bristled at the sound. I went with Carlos, then we were "friends", the stage and introduced him to me. I asked for an autograph and I wrote in the notebook I always carry over. From the first moment I touched meet and exchange a few words, well, rather, he only spoke because I was dumbfounded. Sunday, September 19, 2010
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Jose Antonio Labordeta
spring was 80 when I met him. Her voice permeated the English Village of Barcelona. My skin bristled at the sound. I went with Carlos, then we were "friends", the stage and introduced him to me. I asked for an autograph and I wrote in the notebook I always carry over. From the first moment I touched meet and exchange a few words, well, rather, he only spoke because I was dumbfounded.
spring was 80 when I met him. Her voice permeated the English Village of Barcelona. My skin bristled at the sound. I went with Carlos, then we were "friends", the stage and introduced him to me. I asked for an autograph and I wrote in the notebook I always carry over. From the first moment I touched meet and exchange a few words, well, rather, he only spoke because I was dumbfounded. with that voice that night, with the environment, the environment full of people and together with someone special, marked my life.
time later came to present a book of his brother Michael, we talked a long time and we take comfort in words that both had lost a brother.
When we saw there was a special joy.
But the last time I saw it I remember like it was yesterday. Served in a small square of Barcelona. We started at the foot of the stairs of the stage. He, when we saw launched a special smile. I'll take the time that was unforgettable.
was a man of culture and human, who knew that the politicians in short everything we think the anonymous, voiceless in media, those who suffer in silence every day the laws imposed on us.
a man is gone but it is his word.
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