Lalo, mi hermano. I vividly remember those drinking nights where we used to have endless conversations. Starting usually with philosophy, but after the first drink, irremediably the talk would be about love, love, love, women, love, love, women, love, women, women, love, women, women, women, “la fórmula del tío”, love, women, love, women… and as a background, songs from Joaquín Sabina until late night and sometimes early morning. And in the end, usually me giving you a hard time, telling you not to fall in love of love, but I guess that was just one of your many virtues. Thank you so much for being a brother, a confidant, a music mate… so many memories that I will always keep with affection, mi querido Lalo. Aldo