Leticia De Oyuela "as one who listens to the rain"

Leticia Oyuela "As one who listens to the rain" Lety ...! As strange those afternoons where we changed the life of your talk around! Who would have thought that, that girl with braided hair, which after four years he learned to read and at nine I knew almost all the classics, have an unparalleled magic to tell stories, which then catch it in text. Hear was an extension of time refused to leave "as one listens to the rain, not attentive or distracted, light footsteps, rain, water that is air, air that is time, the day does not just leave." Every evening out the sun from the shelves of your library and cigar thread bound us to the windows that has the sea. With your passion for life did you make a lamp burn in us the ideas, goals, dreams. Recognized intellectual, writer and historian Honduran published 25 books, over two hundred articles, essays, a recognized work as a professor, plus the contribution to cultural and intellectual. Historical Studies Award "King Juan Carlos I?, Which gives the Embassy of Spain in Honduras, and awarded an honorary doctorate by his alma mater, the Autonomous University of Honduras, we shake and break the structures!

get older friend and return the moment!

Today you would be celebrating your birthday number 74. And we saw you laughing out loud, we saw you spinning stories with literary, elegant lady you saw and told thorn that other uncomfortable truths. We saw you mourn and be wing crossed borders. We saw potion grandmother and devoted wife, mother scolding, and heart hummingbird. Convened and our footsteps swept the streets ... hear rushed because it was going to another path, it was believed China ink, skipjack, and a piece of coal. When you hear bursting firecrackers and we discovered silhouettes in the cracks of a door. Desdibujábamos convened and the brushes and crayons, and oil and made him a sword bridge. Again I write and deposit a rose and a lemon tree in your grave and all those emotions that I have been sown. Again thank you to life and the Poet Justo Perez for making us complicit in files, investigations, 1830. When I heard "once you hear it now, hear the footsteps of time inventor of places with no weight or place, heard the rain run down the terrace, night and night is the grove, the foliage has nested Ray, vague drifting garden comes in, your shadow covers this page. " !

Today August 20 ... Happy Birthday, dear and unforgettable friend!