straight above our heads and he said:
“That is the star my mother dedicated to me and it has always been mine. But from now on it will be yours too, if you want. Its name is Mary Julia and everytime you will look at it in any situation, any moment you will know that I’m there near to you laughing about how queer you are. I will always be there, I promise, I will look at you from Mary Julia. And even the contrary because it’s our star, just ours, a star that belongs to two idiots that strum and that every night lie on a bench full of alcohol.”
His laugh near me wasn’t enough to make me stop. But I realised that he kept his promise and it was beautiful.” Some years later I looked at that star and I cried for a whole night.
(via Bohemia)
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