“Sin un amor, no se puede vivir…” (Without a love, one cannot live…)
And every evening, when the opening chords of drifted through the slats of his window, Mateo would stop whatever he was doing. Sin un Amor
They didn't run; they weren't young enough for theatrics. They simply walked until they met, their shadows stretching out to join on the pavement. “Sin un amor, no se puede vivir…” (Without
For forty years, they were two points on a map separated by ninety miles of water and a wall of silence. Mateo never married. He told people he was "married to his craft," but his neighbors knew better. They saw him sitting on his balcony every night, a single glass of rum on the table, listening to the trio sing about the impossibility of a life without affection. For forty years, they were two points on