sometimes i miss those days when i use to write a christian fanzine called Alpha&Omega, sometimes i miss when i was in love of the contrast of the paper and the darkness of the night, sometimes i miss when i used to play basketball, sometimes i miss those walks to my work near the Antillanos and the cuban women inviting people to the nightclub, sometimes i miss being the president of the teenagers Christian Endeavor group, sometimes i miss the smell of weed (have you ever been green?), sometimes i miss caifanes, sometimes i miss playing the guitar for my friends, sometimes i miss those nights at the garambullo, sometimes i miss my dead uncle smiling about some new project, sometimes i miss those lakes and the taste of their water, sometimes i miss being alone in that hotel room, sometimes i miss riding my bike, sometimes i miss maria morales, sometimes i miss...

Sad news, ciao Laila Belmeni