to my father, in memoriam et amorem
It was not necessary to open the latch,
or neither to need to push the door,
the slight breath of a guardian angel
invited me to come in and let me know:
the moment had arrived.
Magically disappeared
so many years of suffering
and there was only one placid light
lighting the tender figure
breathing in the sweet freedom of liberation.
His warm hands already free
of unnecessary torture,
slept languidly on the side of the bed,
with the lucidity of his history
amidst the serene death.
I squeezed his hand and in an instant,
-as someone who relives the whole life
at the time of death-
all our history in common
was deployed in front of my eyes.
And at that moment we both knew
that were left behind
the huffs and disagreements.
A certain peace surrounded the room,
-Villar is gone- someone said in a low voice.
– So soon? – asked another voice,
so soon and so late, I thought,
-depending on the point of view-, I said
and I let him fly.