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  • He was a very complex man, but I walked through his complexities opening doors in his mind, closed to other people. Some did not understand his thoughts and his writings. His words were like beautiful hieroglyphics of wisdom and beauty and by some strange phenomenon I could deciphered. He was a man of so many talents. He was a classical guitarist graduated from the Guildford Hall,he had an amazing mind too full of projects and he made miracles in all the fields in Hong Kong.
    Our paths crossed about twenty years ago and we had so many things in common despite that it was never a romantic link.We were like two sides of the same coin,like yin and yang and we spent hours in conversations that seem to be eternal leaving the world outside because in that time we were the world.
    He founded a school in the middle of the country side in China.He gave water to the little village next to this place and the school was going to be the house of more that six hundred children with music rooms and all kind of beautiful things for little eyes who had never seeing anything like that.
    As in a fairy tale they were villains who deceived him through his life and put knifes behind his back.I could see the pain and the disappointment but he was always moving forward in a different project
    His life was full of challenges and he was fighting with his own demons in the last few years to the sad point that this affected our connection.
    Our last exchange was on my birthday, last September .Some beautiful wishes and I answered a gentle "thanks "and then the silence like a black blanket covered us once more..
    He believed in many things but not in any formal religion .His mind was too free for that.
    He was found death on his apartment on the 14th of this month.The news were for me like and impossibility.The world could not be world without his presence and he was gone.The worst was that we had a book without a proper ending without closure.It is so important to talk to say, things before is too late.Life as someone said is not a rehearsal and is not another chance.
    I received a note that his funeral will take place in England tomorrow 5th of February.
    He never wanted the pomp and regalia of a religious ceremony and he will have it.
    He was claustrophobic like me and now he in in a coffin and then underground.I feel he would had hate all that.
    So many people will be saying wonderful things about him and in the reality of his life they never connected with him when he was in a terrible need.
    I hope he is free of fears and full of light.
    If you read this please give a thought or send in your mind a little prayer to the soul of a man that was truly extraordinary and he will be buried tomorrow in England.
    He seems to be more alive for me now than when he was.I talk every night in my head and I feel his presence very close.
    I hope that he know that for me it was a real privilege to be his friend and confidant.
    Rest in peace my dear Wu Shaman.
    Fly free like the birds on my picture and leave your sorrows and tears behind.
    I am so sad I could not say goodbye.One day we will meet again.
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