Pepe Aguinaga! Present!, two, three, several times echoed this cry in the peace of the cemetery on that cold afternoon of November 14. The Sun was almost hiding, the cries grew everywhere and the corpse, ay! He continued dying, fierce family Aguinaga Moreno, men and women, adults and young people, children and girls, it had already tired of both cry, they were doing it from the hospital, at home, in Church, in the streets, in the cemetery, but the corpse Ay! He continued to die. Had so many friends, bereaved, teary, some neighborhood of the Av. del Ejercito, others of the Claretiano school, others from the University, and many of the struggle, the Party of your dreams for Justice, democracy and socialism; all powerless before an absurd and silly death and there, in front of us, lay inert the corpse of a friend loyal, selfless, supportive, cheerful, active, full of energy. His promotion remembered him as the moth of the neighborhood; then, as the prominent Chief of the Boys Scouts of the Claretiano Brigade. Friends of the University recalled him as the wrestler who abandoned his studies, his friends, his family to walk by the saw, to the North, South, sowing their dreams in every worker and every peasant, sowing teachings in the town of Chota, Bambamarca, Tocache, and others to defeat the dictatorship of Velasco and Morales Bermudez and restore democracy without anything to changewithout aedile and without charges. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Tony Parker. And so he walked, walking with their dreams and went without cumies, without charges, leaving as you harvest a legion of friends who we crying there impotent, because the corpse Ay! He continued to die.