Oh amigo mío, te sigo recordando con mucho aprecio, a pesar de que ya son muchos los años que te fuiste, pero siento que fue hace poco. A pesar del tiempo, te sigo teniendo aprecio y recuerdo tus travesuras, buenos ratos y sobretodo tu risa... y los ruidos de gato que hacías, ¡cómo no olvidarlo! eras un pillo y siempre me mantenías riendo por tus ocurrencias o estabas dando pruebas y retos para ser un mejor dibujante.
Una pena que te adelantaste, pero así lo quiso el destino y lo respeto, pero a veces me cuesta aceptarlo. A veces te sueño, sé que estas bien, estés donde estés, y solo en mis sueños, mis recuerdos e incluso en mis dibujos vives.
Sea como sea, sé que tal vez nunca me leerás, pero mis sentimientos son sinceros, te quiero mucho, te sigo recordando con mucho afecto, cariño y amor, y mantendré mi memoria como buen amigo hasta que mi cuerpo falle, y quizás, nos volvamos a ver, más allá del Cielo.
Yeah. I remember when he dies, and you know what? I felt something goes wrong with him on that day, it was a stormy day, very stormy, I was with my family on a spare parts workshop (it was of my father) and I remember on middle of the storm my mom received the call and on that moment I felt something happened him, but I don´t expected he died.
It was a tragedy indeed, when is about the nature you never expect the worse... or the best?
But you know what is the worse? I haven´t photos of him, only one but it was from a danceable of the school and his mother never wanted give me a photo of him for remember.
Anyway, as I said, only he lives on my memories, my dreams and my pictures.
Yeah. I remember when he dies, and you know what? I felt something goes wrong with him on that day,
Existed a statue of him were he died with the rest of the children as a tribute, but with the violence lately is killing Mexico someone stoled the statues, why? is bronze and the bronze is very well paid. :/
Yeah, but well, life is life. The unique picture of him I have is on this I posted a time ago: htt
Let say something interesting happened on the year he died. On 2001 I was with depression with the bullying and I was not right, I was sick and, well I was not good. His mother sometimes visited us and when I was sick she gave me some home remedies for make tea and other things for relax. Well, one day she talked with my mother and she said "Cris is so sick, I hope he doesn´t die". My mother never liked that comment but she never said anything about it. Well, around 6 months later his boy, my friend, died, and he was healthy, he was as reserve of a local soccer team, I mean, he would be the replace after he has the correct age, his carrer would be succesful as proffesional soccer player, but in the end the entire team died... well almost, of 11 boys only 4 survived I think? (check the link with the newspaper article and use the traslator).
After he died, his mother started to hate me, I am not sure why but I suspect was because I was sick and I lived and his boy was ok but died by the power of nature... or else. I don´t know, but I can´t request her a photo, because I already requested her and she never wanted, I mean, I should scan it and then return it, but no. And also she never accepted he died, in the end she almost ended crazy. Is a sad story and I prefer do not talk with her or her family because after my friend died passed a lot of things on that family.
Let say something interesting happened on the year he died. On 2001 I was with depression with the b
Well, i want to say something...but i don't know what to say... So the only things i will say is nice drawing, even if the "story" that goes with it is very sad...
Well, i want to say something...but i don't know what to say... So the only things i will say is nic
But, at least this sad story can give us inspiration for things for tell, and give us the lesson of something important: on any moment we can die, we are so fragile and we must to live every day as the last day of our lifes... at least is the moral of that tragedy marked me.
Yeah is a sad story, indeed. But, at least this sad story can give us inspiration for things for te
Si, bastante triste la verdad, pero pasó y si sacudió a mi ciudad en su momento, a tal grado que años después mandaron hacer estatuas a ellos como homenaje.
Si, bastante triste la verdad, pero pasó y si sacudió a mi ciudad en su momento, a tal grado que año
