Yesterday night Nuno visited his sister, had dinner with his mom, and when they moved to living room to lounge and talk for a bit he walked to the balcony and said goodbye to the world.
The same balcony we played in when we were kids under vovo Armando’s supervision.
We grew up together, the 4 cousins. Sometimes we would be the teenage mutant hero turtles, other times the scooby doo team (when we had other friends with us). We are all about 9 months apart from eachother so our lives were linked even in the continuum of when we started to be.
I am half a world away from home. I am living your parting through the internet, the oddest thing I ever felt I guess…
You were a promise to architecture with your sustainable view of how the world should be. You poured your inner torments and demons into your music. I love you
I guess this post is a scream of anger, it is running down the street flailing my arms.
Nobody should leave this world at such young age. you didn’t even give us a chance to help you.
I can’t even find words
