17:38-PM

When I die I don't want a funeral with me in a coffin and people crying around me. I want that the people gather together, sit down, drink mate o coffee, tell funny storys about me, listen to my favourites songs, wearing colors, laughing about what I did while I was alive, remember me from what I was, dumb and cheerfull. I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes to be thrown in Córdoba, in la isla de los patos, another part to be thrown in La Boca and that the remaining part be used as fertilizer to plant an apple tree. That's what I want. I'll be watching.