Why do this?

My father, José Luis Villamizar Melo, passed away in my home town of Cúcuta, Colombia, in August last year. The law and economics were Dad's profession, but literature, history and academia his passion. He wrote and published several books, articles and book chapters. The thing is that so many people have missed out on his work, particularly on his beautiful poetry, which he wrote in Spanish prior to the world wide web. So I thought, what a better way to keep Dad's legacy alive than to bring his writing beyond his world and share it with mine. That is why I am translating over 250 of my Dad's poems to English and publishing them here, one a day, Monday to Friday during 2011 (Dad, a family man, always believed that you shouldn't work on weekends).

Monday, April 18, 2011

Reconciliation (Reconciliación)

This afternoon my dear friends Luke and Jayne lost their mother/grandmother.  It might be hard to see it now, but Thelma has now reconciled with God (the Supreme Force/a Higher Being) and found serenity.  This poem is dedicated to Thelma and translated with all my love and more creative license than usual for Luke and Jayne.  I hope it helps them find peace in their hearts.  From my Dad’s book The celebrated afternoon (La tarde festejada). 

Reconciliation (Reconciliación)

I have reconciled
with the ochre of the hills
stripped of their green
and covered in grey thistles
where the sun stops
at midday
and the first shadows
find refuge
by the shore of dreams.

I have reconciled with
the sand that gets mixed
in the August breeze
and with the fury
of Father Sun
that reduces the hours
to ashes.

I understand the Joy of living
when Death
makes its way in the anonymity
of the criminal and his
accomplice street.

I understand Justice
when impunity grows
like a tree
of diabolic roots,

When I am nothing,
when I arrive at my final stop,
when the horizon is dark,
I feel that your silence
is the announcement
of the lights that will shine,
of the new prospects that will appear,
of hopes that will be reborn
in the elusive territory
of reconciliation.

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