There will be one of the jokes I thought when I got the news, but unfortunately it was true, a motorcycle and got in Paraguay and your battered heart is not made in Spain, get closer to God.
You left disenchanted with life, tired of the ambition of certain family ties, disastrous love affairs, of friendships and professional disappointments traicioneras.Buscabas break your irremediable solitude, no one wanted to be a man, and for that every day you become a irresistible seductive looking for that much needed affection your adventure of life.
Julian is a vital man, highly intelligent, witty, adventurous, arrogant, an excellent journalist, writer and poet and a shipwreck of your passions.
Your book "one man" is part of a great journalist testamemento while bitter chronicle of a turbulent life.
Always made me laugh with your ironic humor in those long phone conversations we held to bring our friendship, and forget the pain they were feeling for different reasons in life.
I greatly enjoyed following the proclamation he wrote to be the harbinger of the pattern of Lorca, in which you reincarnate the figure of Abed al-Aziz, attracted by the magic of Lorca border, the passions that the legend lorquina and Alporchones.Pero historic battle at the end of Julian loved going to be in a historical chronicle
and staff, which served to you in your therapy long stays in hospital and my literary education.
My turn to say goodbye, friend of the clear look, and I do it from the love I've always tenidoy awaiting your e-mail with brilliant phrases messengers of solidarity from the paradise that you found the other side.
Long ago trip to nowhere
Balloon chimeras and vanities elio
to negligible illusions and vanities
Now I pluck the eyes that never saw
and the band of cloth that prevented know
I'll have to get used to the glare of light that illuminates everything
and every moment of my new life
life and will not, probably.
(Poem by J. Lake)
Source: Isabel Gimenez Simón