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7 years ago

My dearest Eric , don't know why but I often feel the need to rak to you . It's been ages since we last met , but the memory of the time we spent together is still so vivid in me . You were always so filled with life . We spent hours walking and talking about life dreams , politics .... you really left a mark in this life and will never be forgotten . Today I light a candle for you my dear friend

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7 years ago

This is the first Short Film I Did with Eric back in 2006 , it was around September, So one of his first ones https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4F1fmz-A5U&feature=youtu.be

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7 years ago

Thank you! Do you have more? Any with Eric in them, would love to see. This is Eric's next door neighbor since birth who is almost his sister <3

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7 years ago

By chance I went back watching the first project you did with me at NYFA. Amongst the people I met you had the simpicity to be one of the collest guys there. Despie the very short time i have met you, your memory is strong in my mind and in my heart. You must have been greatly missed to all your beloved as you truly were a special person. RIP Alessio

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15 years ago

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Nena
15 years ago

My dearest Erico... you are the most beautiful person I have ever met...filled with energy, radiance, joy, wisdom at such a young age, and a true sense of self. You are beautiful on the outside as well as on the inside and that is so hard to find these days. You are loved and missed. I often recall the days and nights we spent in the most beautiful of all places together. You were my one true travelling companion. We taught each other so much. Me dancing and singing and being the "human jukebox" on our road trips with no music other than what we made and you being an enlightener of life to me. There is so much that I cannot describe yet you know. So much joy I felt when with you and after and now when you are in my thoughts. You are free now from the confines of this world. I have read comments by people saying, what a pity that his young life was wasted. But I could not disagree more completely. Your young life was NEVER wasted, always lived to the fullest. You knew and shared more love and knowledge with people in a few years than most people get to in a lifetime. I can only hope to aspire to be such a shining light to others as you were. I can only wonder if there is anyone greater in the world and if I will ever meet another human being as wonderful as you. You have truly made my life a fantasy and I hope that you continue to give your spirit to the world. You are the dream in my reality, the solace in my thoughts, and the love in my life. You are missed but never forgotten and I wish you the best always. I love you! - toutoochka.

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15 years ago

hasta el fin del mundo llego esta noticia....no saben la pena que me dio, eric, el niño mas tierno y buena persona que conoci en dwight school, siempre estaba feliz, siempre buen amigo, era una persona muy especial que siempre recordare y estara en mi corazon aunque solo comparti con el solo 2 años...... Recuerdo perfecto que era el que siempre ponia su casa para hacer fiestas, juntas o solo para recibir a sus amigos, es mas el año 2001, volvi a nueva york y en su casa estuve.... Mis mejores deseoa para la nueva vida de eric, porque no es que desaparecio, ya que siempre estara en nuestros corazones.... fran

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Francisca
15 years ago

hasta el fin del mundo llego esta noticia....no saben la pena que me dio, eric, el niño mas tierno y buena persona que conoci en dwight school, siempre estaba feliz, siempre buen amigo, era una persona muy especial que siempre recordare y estara en mi corazon aunque solo comparti con el solo 2 años...... Recuerdo perfecto que era el que siempre ponia su casa para hacer fiestas, juntas o solo para recibir a sus amigos, es mas el año 2001, volvi a nueva york y en su casa estuve.... Mis mejores deseoa para la nueva vida de eric, porque no es que desaparecio, ya que siempre estara en nuestros corazones.... fran

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Paolo
15 years ago

I know Eric's father, George. I live in Costa Rica. He lives here too. And every time he comes to my office, and discuss about insurance policies, as soon as he sees my kid pictures on the wall (one of them where he is wearing a Superman t-shirt) he reffers at him like Little Superman. And then he always talk about his kids. I have witnessed how much he loves them both. And I have always thought that I wish in the future can keep the same love for my kid as much as George has kept his love for them. YOu can always tell when their kids are here visiting him. There is this glow in his face, in his eyes. A pride that is so true and genuine...Me, my wife and my closest friends are aware of this terrible news and we are all praying for you Eric, and for you George.

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15 years ago

i will yield to a feverish desire and write a second message to you as my mind is on you and yours. and also because it just feels so damn good to deliver words. my soul is no longer barren, and winter is no longer carrying me blinded by a hazy fog. it's no longer cold. and inside of me is spring. now. lying on this golden bed and thinking of responsibilities and dates that i can spare because a far great time has past since i have felt this good. and i must live it. it feels like a dangerous night but i no longer feel scared. maybe because when i am writing to you, it is the only time that i am not at constant-checking to see the count of messages on this damn electronic mail box. i was thinking about it... while listening to great music and smiling a fat smile that ..... i have many wishes for you, boy who i now know only after one stare. so to that boy: i hope you are at a small, circular table drinking solo a tall glass of sangria with all of the red and orange saturated fruit that you can possibly down and still keep a straight vision to look at the sky reflecting off the city lights. and i hope it makes you feel like a king. and i hope you feel like a newlywed too, even if you are by yourself. or if it is that you find one of those spanish beauties, tan and with big, hazel curious eyes, i hope you see yourself in their reflection. and i hope that you feel like a kid, skipping -if need be- down narrow, pebble-stoned passageways. i hope too that you feel like you are seeing the world for the first time.... i am. yes, right here i am seeing the colour of my walls for the first time. emerging like an alice in wonderland chapter, filled with characters only found on acid-adventures... i saw an elephant in the clouds today. and i felt my dog's heartbeat. i never knew how badly i needed spring. for now i just hope that you're sitting, watching those people all around, feeling the dynamic rhythm. i hope that the lights are on in the city and that you can see them twinkling from each corner of your set of blues or greens or greys or browns. i hope that beautiful renditions of brett ashley -- or any hemingway characters that are of interest-- surround you. i hope that through the night you're kept warm by precious stars, young stares and giggles. i hope that karma is your best friend and obliges to your will. i hope that the tarrot cards are right. and my biggest advice, is that you get them read by a gintana of the sorts while you are there (no matter if you stay for a week or 119 years, i urge you to get them read... they'll tell you more than you'd ever know. i hope that you fall in love with the earth and all of her tenets. and i hope that any job you might find is of disposal so you don't feel the heavy weight or pressures that i dread and sometimes fear. and i terribly hope that it is lucrative so as to allow you all of the tall glasses of sangria that your 5 feet and 11 inches of self require - or simply thirst. i hope that you give every one a chance and that they give you four and hope that you write a lot and ride high and i hope that you see the santa familia construction sight where i lost my virginity. jmmm.. yes; now i'll go on... i hope that you do not regret anything or throw any second to the wind or surrender to television or cry or wink too hard or say "give me", or get your hand bitten off.... i hope that you see waves and that the tide waits for you every afternoon as i do. i hope that you live a little more or a little less but watch it from a tower, looking far down at the ants that are not america. i hope that you see their ways and i hope that you either join, or walk away, depending on what you feel. i hope you listen to your feelings. and forget them only for a moment. or for a gap or exactly when you want. i hope that you learn- and by that i mean invent- a new religion and that its prayers are in a different language, one that no one but you know. o god... let's see... i hope too that you feel possessed with the great signature hand of writing, and i hope you feel exactly as i do. now. present. and aware. i hope that you dismiss most of my nonsense, metaphysical bullshit and look for yourself in each of these words, i hope you question a lot down there. i hope you find short-cuts to streets that catalonians walk every day, but have never figured out. i hope that your witt gets you a lot of smiles. i hope that you watch many flamenco rehearsals. and that if you stay for long you ask my address. just for the sake or option of postcarding me. i hope that the music is as good as what i am listening to right now... and i hope that you dance better than in your picture. ja. or that all the club ladies do not laugh at you while you rock out to something other than the reaggeton and marley-crap that you are accustomed to by costa rican standards. i hope fly fish pamplona and i hope that amstel is on the menu at most cafes. i hope that you eat a paella as good as the one my mom cooked three days ago for tonight's dinner. i hope that you never lose your sense of humour by letting the heavy observation of the maze of crazy people, be a part of you or misdirect you or give you a misconception of the world. amid and maybe in spite of all of the heidi's, it is still good. and the crazy people with their horrible tactics, lack of promise, are not entirely lacking promise. they too are still good. and by my senses tonight i find that nothing could be wrong. so i hope you live close to this thought of mine, and you continue to be my alibi. alibi to pictures painting that i was once happy and when god tries to send me down there, i'll show him these letters, tell him "i was good you son of a bitch" and happily take the crawl down to the spice below. because i think that down there is a lot like up here. i think that we're already up "there". and to my recognition you are drinking sangria in up there's capital. so savour it all, this all i hope for you.

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