It was a summer night before the Verbena de Sant Joan when, exhausted, I went to sleep for awhile and at midnight I could feel an angel flying over the urban building which, for years, had been your little kingdom of laughs and tears. It was five minutes after midnight when he, the younger one, called and told me that you had breathed your last. So I came to see your immobile corpse made of porcelain. Oh, my beloved body…I am still mourning for you!
