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Dago, from people do not escape me. As if is not had left that January 21st, 2012. Jovial, simple, talker, friend and maker of sports controversy when it seemed impossible dreams. Own of the inner poetry that only he could provide.
Knowing that is not easy for me to understand. Death, capricious ally of pain and the absence, surprised, tore and struck deep into the night to accompany their moans and claim lives. You, immense to it, used to be Don Quixote and battle against windmills, only saved the distances, and the mills were no pictures, were the harsh reality of seeing sick and knowing he leave.
Dago from people, smiling walks among the club members, gets up early and save time in the morning to prepare the coffee brew black nectar of the white gods. Customers wait in the living room of the house. There, fine perennial as the grass, his figure stands and perceive as if it were alive. It's poetry, action, baseball, love of family and nakedness of the soul for friends. Dress as always, white shirt, cap of Industrialists, sporty short and comfortable slippers to not lose a moment in courtesy and attention to walker.
National Vanguard of the movement of sports clubs, the "Mario Morera Lopez" dignifies and exalts it. Take root in the people of my village was a mission that complied fully. Docker in the Territorial Unit of collection and distribution, pitcher of the First Category team, friend hunts with arrows strip as a boy, played ball in the neighborhood of Agramonte and owner of the firm word and truth as flag were his credentials in a town of dreamers.
January took his immensity, but keeps his stature. Bring to this is a privilege that journalism afforded. We can not talk, but I am convinced that the feeling that accompanies this chronic is the best witness of my longing after his departure. Wuao!!!, life poncho him before could connect the launch of goodbye, even while dominate the carnal groans and pain of the terrible disease.
Sunrise and enjoy the coffee gives me his wife Martha. Also accompanied him in the midday silence to listen to the voice of his granddaughter Zoylin and waiting for the next presentation with great performance in "The output of Cecilia" and "Zun Zun" by Ernesto Lecuona.
What a pity. Again the time makes me bounce this emotional encounter with the humble man, the knight errant in Ariguanabo of Rubén Suárez Quidiello and René de la Nuez Robaina. Either way, I shake hands from heaven, because without doubt, carry in my soul his example of a friend and father, his immense Village People.
