The Lost Head of Damasceno Monteiro

You know Hal, I’ve always prefered goig East, never West. Perhaps is because the sun comes from East, and because we look for our origins, never our ends.

I wonder if you’re really there, and I wonder if after this life, there are angels translating the languages of us, still here, in this phisical dimension. It’s funny to imagine it!

Imagination…how many lives I live thanks to my imagination.

I’m not that great person, but really, with all my heart I hope you’re already in the Light, or that you’re walking towards it.

Goodnight Hal.