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Amalio

Probably the biggest crap you can do: let people die as if nothing had happened, out of pure cowardice by refusing to face the thing ...
Amalio was not really a friend, but a pal close enough so that we have made many Zique together (trance-rock-neo-prog-jazz-experimental-baba, under names as attractive as "Udeshi Burkhan" in the neo-tribal, or "Concierge Lama" in the style I-de-l'humour), prepared an exhibit in a DJC hallucinatory rotten, organized a meal shaman (only that, it would be an entire chapter, the buffalo stew with herbs and Mongolian traders came to the restaurant by chance), and some other crap ... Amalio Rodriguez's style, he did not understand why it made me laugh (I think he did not know Amalia Rodriguez but today is souveint Amalia Rodriguez?), I think he liked me, he was an excellent puree, AIDS has burst. I took a long
to understand that her HIV, in fact I must be the only one who did not (aware), I also post some thoughts on very sorry "we do not die from the flu" when He complained that he had to return home by bike and it was cold. True, he was cold. Anyway, I finally understand, without the need to focus too heavily. I thought it would not change much in my head, anyway I wanted. Until he was hospitalized, and when I eclipsed like shit. It fell in a crisis of "I nothing to fuck" with the rest of the "group" shaman-rock, good excuse for me to scroll ... I not even try to get news about his condition, what good, c That was long before the triple combination, then, is dying quickly and well.
Damn what am I wanted after. Remorse, regret, flash Amalio telling her good-new-years-years-in-letters-of-coke (you know, it's easier to stop the coconut that quit "), is complainant's view of some of his friends supposedly cool its gay couple getaway plagiarist (" but why is that the gene we kiss "), explaining laboriously choreographed smokers (dancer marital status, for real) ... The k7 where he recorded a" HIV has nabbed "that paralyzed me ... the shouting matches over Bowie, which I found too pop at the time (it was his god and I was not already converted), discussions on non-ontological abstraction of dance ("but wait Balinese dance is hyper-abstract "), his friends riv-riv (special mention to drummer who could play the rhumba that if he had a techno beat in the ears, but "Even light, eh, the boom-boom") ...
I dragged it like a long shot, I am treated to fuck, I was far below.

Learned much later qu'Amalio died almost three years after the time I thought it best to disappear from his life, and I had spent all that time to blame me for having let someone die alone while he was alive and actually being alone ... die

I think liked me.