a huge hole in his chest. Today at 62 years young, Black Fontanarrosa left us. I can not type nearly
. Tears fill my eyes and I can not do it without looking.
This is not a post. It's just a gasp of pain to the premature departure of someone who had a lot of thread on the reel.
The Black was a truly talented and a good person. Toilet
Pereyra was orphaned and we will miss him a lot, who like me on Sunday we began to read the Clarin for the last page of the magazine will be heartbroken.
Nobody made me laugh with his comments as the inconceivably sharp, his puns, and approach things.
Boogie, toilet Pereyra, Mendieta Eulogia and receive my respect and congratulations for the father who had, I think even the parrots, Nebuchadnezzar and nephew (afeminau) who ate vegetable patties are so sad and heartbroken as I am. Black
, wherever you're gone I have no doubt that you will be laughing with you.
So long friend and thanks for so many good times you have given me.
That leaves the immortal legacy of your work, that without rhetoric on my part to the pain of the moment, leave it to this, he sang in Creole Sauce Pinti:
years pass, governments spend
,
radicals and Peronist
spend summers
spend winters are
artists.
pass crises and wars go,
spends tabloid
prohibitions,
blacklists,
are artists.
patrons spend, spend
censors pass
hypocrites and moralists,
worse times and better times are
artists.
pass the beauty and youth
pessimists and optimists spend
pests,
passes health
are artists.
it not for Homer and the Parthenon,
who know something of Greece and its civilization.
Rome remains Rome while Nero burned it,
no censorship that can beat the Decameron.
Hitler occupied Paris and many people shaking
but could not make the Gioconda cry.
The source of Lola Mora is so brazen nor
and Franco got the Maja gourd.
So do not fear the passions
or old age nor the psychoanalysts
or failures or frustrations
because I am an artist.
really do not know if good or bad
more or much less than
comedian who has received praise and a stick
as any artist.
coming
And you give me more strength
no phantom that we resist
or crisis
twist our way while you take care of their artists. Black wanted
Adios! You do not have an idea of \u200b\u200bhow much we will miss you. THE BATISTA
Florian:
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