Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last. WHEN TRIBUTES SUBMIT TO DEATH. THE FAREWELL Is it because they love me or do I already stink to death everywhere? For now, I follow the doctor's advice: I will not miss the parade at the beginning of the Chinese year, that of the pig, it had to be that animal, which we will enjoy the day before my birthday on Mansa beach with fireworks and all that. At the beginning is my last photo in life, with my beloved daughter and my granddaughter Julieta. Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last, is it because they love me or do I already stink to death everywhere? For now, I follow the doctor's advice: I will not miss the parade at the beginning of the Chinese year, that of the pig, it had to be that animal, which we will enjoy the day before my birthday on Mansa beach with fireworks and all that. At the beginning is my last photo in life, with my beloved daughter and my granddaughter Julieta. Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last. THE FAREWELL ECHOCARDIOGRAM: WHEN TRIBUTES SUBMIT TO DEATH. In Ernest Hemingway's famous novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" there is an unforgettable character. It is about the gypsy Pilar who had the gift of divination of the hands and other devices typical of her race. But the one that impressed me the most was the art of smelling Death. To learn that gift, she first had to smell the bars where prostitutes in Madrid copulated standing up for a few pesetas, sniff the putrefaction of a dead dog, sniff a used condom and be in an abandoned cemetery at midnight. Then you could sniff out if a human being was about to die even if his health was good. Gypsy things.

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My birthday is coming up, which will be on February 10, under the sign of Aquarius, and the family has prepared all kinds of festivities for me: cakes, Cake, Roast Pig etc. The first was my daughter with my dear granddaughter. Without drama he told me that after my birthday he will make me a barbecue at his house. This Sunday, my birthday, my brother and my Italian sister-in-law are preparing a great party for me with gifts and everything.

Is it because they love me or do I already stink to death all over the place?

  For now, I follow the doctor's advice: I will not miss the parade at the beginning of the Chinese year, that of the pig, it had to be that animal, which we will enjoy the day before my birthday on Mansa beach with fireworks and all that.


   At the beginning is my last photo in life, with my beloved daughter and my granddaughter Julieta. Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last.

When the founding president of the Communist Party back in April 1987, the ICAIC newscast broadcast the acts of tribute to Blas Roca, still alive. Of course, Fidel Castro already had that power to predict the death of others - not only to predict it but to order it - and he knew that the former member of the Cuban Parliament was about to peel it. Hence the many tributes they made to him. Blas Roca was crying or tears were running down his face. Many of us thought then that it was because of how excited he was but deep down he was not deceived: Castro eliminated the true founder of the Communist party and as always, he put on the show.

  Indeed, Blas Roca died but his last wish was not fulfilled: to be buried without a coffin in the bare earth under a Mango tree that he had in the patio and where he used to meditate.

   What's this all about? Today I had the Echocardiogram. First it was the apprentice - I'm unlucky in that blessed hospital - and then the cardiologist had to intervene.

  "Miss," I said, "Am I ready for a transplant?"

  -Who said that Lord, none of that ... Yet.-the Doctor replied.

  But then she told me to “push” as if it were a woman in labor and the transducer slid down my abdomen - which by the way is so globular that I look like a rope with a knot in the center and I yelled at her:

  -Don't tell me it's fetus fetus dead in utero- I was expecting that baby with such enthusiasm. Imagine my years with menopause and all the disorders of my diabetes, I can't take bad news anymore.

    -And where do you get that Fetal Obitus? I do not know what it means. It is from your heart that we are interested.

   -But ... But ... Do not speak with that technical language to an old man without knowledge. Be more considerate of my tummy. Is it not a hysterical pregnancy? Look, I have heard that there are men who get pregnant with their pregnant women.

  -Stop talking, I have to concentrate ... And here I see a hypertrophy of the SEPTUNE and the wall of the left ventricle. And the walls of the aorta are dilated but with diminished flow left atria. I mean. We are in the presence of a cardiac ischemia grade II.

   But the Doctor had the sense of the gypsy of Heminway and Castro:

  -I'm just telling you to enjoy the days you have left ... Ahh ... and Eat without salt!

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Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last.

WHEN TRIBUTES SUBMIT TO DEATH. THE FAREWELL Is it because they love me or do I already stink to death everywhere? For now, I follow the doctor's advice: I will not miss the parade at the beginning of the Chinese year, that of the pig, it had to be that animal, which we will enjoy the day before my birthday on Mansa beach with fireworks and all that. At the beginning is my last photo in life, with my beloved daughter and my granddaughter Julieta. Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last, is it because they love me or do I already stink to death everywhere?

  For now, I follow the doctor's advice: I will not miss the parade at the beginning of the Chinese year, that of the pig, it had to be that animal, which we will enjoy the day before my birthday on Mansa beach with fireworks and all that.


   At the beginning is my last photo in life, with my beloved daughter and my granddaughter Julieta. Bye Bye, just in case God calls me at last.



THE FAREWELL
ECHOCARDIOGRAM: WHEN TRIBUTES SUBMIT TO DEATH.


   In Ernest Hemingway's famous novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" there is an unforgettable character. It is about the gypsy Pilar who had the gift of divination of the hands and other devices typical of her race. But the one that impressed me the most was the art of smelling Death. To learn that gift, she first had to smell the bars where prostitutes in Madrid copulated standing up for a few pesetas, sniff the putrefaction of a dead dog, sniff a used condom and be in an abandoned cemetery at midnight.

  Then you could sniff out if a human being was about to die even if his health was good. Gypsy things.

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN, GENIO