The glorious Gabriel Miranda

Gabriel Miranda and I have known each other since we were little. We both lived in Oviedo our whole life. Gabriel was someone impossible to ignore but no one could tell you why. In his attitude and in his gestures there was something immeasurable, the features in his face demanded to be contemplated. The unbearable density of glances and attention made him elusive and shy. I was the only company that he accepted. There was in him another remarkable quality: he was a genius, in all imaginable disciplines.