“Under a Tree”

Don’t worry, Listo. I will not leave you lonely.

We will always be Road Dogs.

When you die, I will bury you under a tree at La Raza Park, where the grass is green and birds sing.

With a beer, I will come to visit you.

I will be sad and will listen to soul oldies that make me even sadder, and that is how I will know you were real, my real friend.

To you, I will confess sins too stupid for confession, but I will not bore you.

You expect more from me.

With your spirit, I will tell you of how I offer and share actions of Amor everywhere I go.

By living and dying in Amor, you and I will be together at peace and with joy.

Listo, I promise you will never be lonely.