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Gonzalo Rojas Mariscal I went

actually started to go in February when he gave a stroke. Many will say that since he was 93, but I guess when you have 93, the perspective changes.

On another occasion we saw a poem by Gonzalo Rojas . Today I bring to this that he wrote as a farewell to their dear Juan Rulfo: Butterflies

Juan Rulfo

How fornicate
happy butterflies in
smelling grass here and there to God without any Muja
that cow over of
transparency, playing fast-paced game play
White
walking distance of the cemetery with summer sea
buzzing down there
leisure and wonder. Rulfo
be blown into them so
madness, Juan Rulfo
Logos which was the Principle, they have said, "Now, daughters,
once we leave
the moor.

And them? Now what will
cut them without John so far beyond Comala
in
unique horse so invisible? Will you dance, will dance for him
case becomes,
if nothing has happened and suddenly we
all again?

for me no one will mourn, not my head that flies

or another that never sleeps. It has been
and over, so no danger lying

hearing whispers fluttering.
, "Provided
that there is a new night.




Can you think of a butterfly Gonzalo (Red)? Place it in the comments.


Oh, and remind you that tomorrow is the day the book in the Library of Guadalajara with an event around the short story from 18:30. The readings will be short and juicy ...