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Thursday, June 12, 2003 02:20 pm

Knoepfle 6-12-03

lines for an old friend

when oswaldo juarez died
some of us did not know
he was in lima
a musician for musicians
and that music in his country
would never be the same
once he had touched it
with the soft chords of his guitar

everyone mattered to him
you felt what can be the word
dignified in his kindness

his son offered the eulogy
he quoted vallejos los heraldos negros
it was as if I had never known
the voice in those lines before

©John Knoepfle 2003