Dimension of life (Dimensión de la vida)

Let’s start the week with this poem from my Dad’s book Twilight theory (Teoría del crepúsculo).

Dimension of life (Dimensión de la vida)

The western light of the twilight allowed him to

read the last page.

He did not surrender his intellect, nor his heart

to the powerful, and he did not know hatred. 

And he practiced love without loudness,

just like his concept of the dimension of men and things.

He took the necessary or perhaps a little less

for the long journey of his anguish.

He pronounced and wrote the words with precise meaning,

always running away from misunderstanding.

He loved life knowing that death makes it company,

and that these concepts are one although man insists

in distinguishing them whilst he lives dying.

My old man was right in foreseeing the survival

of his name beyond death.