Ode to Father

Father,
were a good man.
I took the scythe of an April 13, 2011.
Without you, I would not be among the living in this world.
...
(The coin always jumping from one side or the other. Duality)
But you know I owe you this life with all their stuff
good and bad ...
Father,
few fond memories,
few precious moments
shared with you
how teaching
much inspiration.
Rebosabas holy wisdom in your old age.
Your white hair,
no teeth to chew and just,
Indeed a humble your body skin
to the Gods.
...
How much lost potential,
historical epoch lived adverse
Civil War cut short your future
you were committed proletarian.
Responsible with your family,
laws, wife and children,
always brought out the sword of patience,
always with a noble virtue.
You went to the state a great man hidden
always be discovered,
sage history
Always humble and quiet.
Now I understand that constant communication.
So now in the afterlife,
stripped of all worldly frustration,
your cry is thunder
your conscience storm.
You are now among the great Gods,
have a throne in the universe
you, of all mortals,
were a noble and good,
wise kind,
silent old man,
humble man.

Father closed your eyes brown
as olives,
and got your dead eyes,
saying goodbye to me
still profess your love.
I put a coin on each eye,
to pay the ferryman.
After the fire of the crematorium
the clouds of heaven smiled at me.

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Anvik Herr Red (c) Madrid, Spain 7 july 2011