In memoriam Nuno Guimarães

... And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all,

but for the things he did.

I cried because he would never do them again,

he would never carve another piece of wood

or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard

or play the violin the way he did,

or tell us jokes the way he did.

He was part of us and when he died,

all the actions stopped dead

and there was no one to do them the way he did.

He was individual. 

He was an important man.

 I’ve never gotten over his death.

Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died.

How many jokes are missing from the world,

and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands?

He shaped the world. 

He did things to the world. 

The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

~ Ray Bradbury

Fahrenheit 451
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In loving memory of Nuno Guimarães who passed away totally unexpected,
left us alone and empty
without his poetry, humane simplicity, frankness, kindness, friendliness.
Nuno was a personality like no other.
You touched so many souls and you will be missed very much.
Rest in peaceful sleep, Nuno.