My friend died on 04/25/25

My friend died. His face repeats himself in my mind and does not find any comfort. He was a poet, and when someone dies, the birds of the sky and animals that crawl cry for several months, and even years. We often talked about the sea, love, and life. I confessed to my mistakes. He is for him. I think we found comfort in short and warm messages. Sadness accompanies me because my friend is not and I decided to search for him. It does not matter whether my back hurts and the bones of my legs screaming for me, I will enter the forest, and I will walk on the green and wet color and find it.

Everything will be as before. I am sure that he is there, all white and pink, with his smile on his hand. I almost see it sitting in the stone, like others. We will talk about when we met, and although I am not a poet, we understood ourselves. It was blue and I too. He told me that he saw the burning fields from the plane, as in his childhood; As I see them now and remember a shadow in his eyes.

I wanted to talk about God with my friend, I wanted to tell him that he no longer believed in him. I wanted to admit that I was writing a novel in which God no longer exists and which gave me dread. My mother and I prayed every night and asked God to help us. I often cannot sleep without praying, then I remember that God has already died. I see my friend’s friendly face early.

I got to the stone, here is the rain always. I was here, with another friend, I found a nightclub on the stone. She embraced on his back and floated for a while in the forest, while it fell. but Andres It’s not here. Perhaps because I no longer believe in God, I will be punished and will not allow me to speak with the dead poets. I close my eyes and pray, and it seems that the cat tells me: “Follow me.” I didn’t know that Andres He loves cats, but I follow the animal.

Everything is repeated, but different. Before, there was also a cat. But everything ended in the stone. After talking to my friend, I went back to normal. I opened my eyes and I was in my apartment. But now I realize that there is an area after the forest and I am afraid, because I know the weakness of this type of place.

We are in the burning fields that we saw from the plane. A man passes with Yuna, dragged by a white animal that I do not recognize. The two look at the eyes of my friend. The sun is very hot, the cat is between my legs, throw me on the floor and the ears of my ears.

There is AndresOn a wooden chair. There are fire on both sides. The cat rides in his arms. How many trunks, you will definitely build a house wherever it is. He has a lot of red in the eyes that amaze me. We talked, and I remember the afternoon that we ate shrimp and meat and chocolate cake and took wine. I think you have no benefit to ask more questions. It is clear that it is no longer in the world, and talk about love is no longer logical. I still do not explain it to the reason that I feel the warmth of your hands and I cannot open my eyes.

Andres Sanchez Rubina, In peace of peace.