Ana María Moix, la Nena, as her friends from the "Gauche Divine" were still calling her, has left. Silently and on tiptoe. With the same dignity that he maintained until the end.
Ironic, new, biting, irreducible ... It leaves us much more than an excellent literary work, it gives us the example of a life without closets and without recliners.
There is a red-haired boy looking for her through the streets of the Eixample and Walter wonders why he left. But surely somewhere there is a celestial Bocaccio and there in the bar Terenci, Barral, Gil de Biedma and many others will wait for the last drink, another, and if it tertia dance a waltz blacker than night.
Just a year ago he stated in an interview "Maybe he's old enough to accept that I have to go." Acceptance before resignation.
No time for flowers.
Montse Trillo, content director of Gayles.tv
