Almost by chance has come to hand the book of poems "in Heart," written by Eusebio Pinar a man born in my town and who has recently died and I have been released today through its poetry.
What little I've read I liked it, especially the verses written in the death of his mother have moved me, often I would have written something similar to my father for eight months he left us but unfortunately I have the ability to write Eusebio how it feels.
Decipher in the distance your figure,
unequivocal star is not extinguished;
will come, weakness transfigured
and new light, to break my dark night.
Sweet mother, you will find a lot of bitterness
that left me your unexpected death.
From memory ... I cried until my pillow
endúlzame this weeping in your tenderness.
What is death? As a child I did this
question many times as you
night capacity joy,
and I now finding response
that light your world as I come
on the shoulders of your shadow to mine.
shoulders of your shadow to mine
are footprints trail coming
confirm what I know and hope:
you approach each day quietly.
When I was in your womb, I heard,
perceived in my phone "I love you",
your laughter and your tears ... now I'm dying
to know of your sorrow and your joy.
Although your death has, I feel you
alive inside me, can you see yourself?
Do you see my cry and my regret,
my "I love you" and my voice? Do not you tormented
the continuing agony, the feeling
immense silence that you absent?
This immense silence in which, absent
still giving meaning to our lives,
is not to have, is to be sensed and
liminal victory over death.
I saw more than once a thrill,
more than once I've seen shaken,
fighting that battle death-life
knowing that life is stronger.
why the smile on your lips
I predicted, beyond defeat,
a force-to-die that transforms,
a tenacious force that does not end
and among the gentle breeze kisses
decipher your figure in the distance.
Eusebio Pinar Royo
