Mujica and the Time of Life

The last gift of the cool old man was that this week the screens on which he warned us for a while programmed a sort of TeleMujica built among so many that we shared from its shore and in the opposite of the Atlantic its immense phrases, which were many, of infinite appearance, but never exactly the same. Words well sung, honest and therefore credible, that spoke more about how to live than about whom to vote. They spoke, without saying so, of t…