
He left as he came into my life, as a rumor.
Few will dispute the fact that he was a genius. To some he was known as the Casanova of Ibiza. He liked to think of himself as the Michaelangelo of the Baleares.
Ibiza had been his home since the early 1960s, when he began working in films. He cast convincingly as the Bedouin freedom fighter Ahmed in "The Lost Command" (1966), a Mexican captain Herrera in "Villa Rides" (1968), or captain Ahab of Nantucket on the seven seas.
He had star quality, much like Anthony Quinn, and exploited his good looks grooming his beard every morning before an original ink drawing by Picasso hung next to his mirror. Picasso's graceful lines were his music. Since coming to Spain he had incorporated the qualities of his surroundings, its sensuous lines, nuanced warm colors, all absorbed in his unique, visionary paintings.
"They are a vision in the mirror".
This rumor preceded his stepping into my life. It came from the Mexican Illuminati Berta Dominguez and her brother "Poncho", both great painters and great drunkards. We had a great time, all of us, and it seemed at times, as though Tequila was in the air.