Planting trees out of the grief
In Memoriam to Robert Creeley
The day of his death was sunny. I mean, I at least think so. I don't really remember what else happened, only a few hours passed. I was reading an article about shopping in Second Life on my apple when the skype icon blinked. It was my mother, I didn't answer and let the nerving ring-tones go to nowhere. She didn't try another time, she knew I was available but this was only virtually. My cell-phone rang hours later, my mother's image popped up and when I saw her scowling picture, I thought I should talk to her this time .