A great writer died today. He was a very special writer, for me. I can compare him to Saramago, or St-Exupéry. Some men, or women, come here in the earth to give something special, something more, like if they were light beings. Saramago was one of this beings, and Galeano also. When I listen Galeano I always have tears in my eyes, when he talks about life and death, joy and sadness, it is always very, very beautiful. He was a great poet.