"I never met a man I didn't like". Will Rogers.
Reblogged from photojetizen
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now:put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can come to any good.
The best little brother died this morning at 12:14 A.M. Cedar Sinai Hospital
March 7. 2014
Rest in peace o lovely brother. My heart is broken tonight.
In memory of Armando Hector Torres. An amazing brother, human being, artist, bespoke shoemaker and curator. I love you Mandy.May 17, 1965 - March 07, 2014