| Silvia Antonia Brandon Pérez
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| Mirage I made your favorite camarones al ajillo served with asparagus in home-made mayonesa, fresh roses on the linen tablecloth, but you had other things to do, and when I looked up you were gone. I am not sure if the remembrance of your flesh is real; did I imagine you eating pan cubano and frijoles negros, your shoes off while you told off-color jokes punctuated by flying hands, a glass of vino tinto half-empty by your plate? I am not sure if I have not made up the memory of you, except that when you left, there were three children sitting at the table; all wore your smile. |
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