Blessed Sigh of October
Sighs are born from the primal scream of the Cosmos.
On Earth, they split in two: the feminine and the masculine.
The sigh of the beautiful coastal mother was born.
The sigh of the passionate highland father was born.
When both became one again: the sigh of my beloved daughter was born.
Sighs that come and go along the path of our steps,
with ingredients of relief, passion, exhaustion, and absence.
The fatal one sails without remedy, the final one floats, without eternal acceptance...
The sigh that the Sacred Duality forced me to inhale—
when I exhaled it, I crowned it with the prose of my saddest poetry;
the last one that left me like an aquarium without water: the death of my parents.
Blessed sigh that comes and goes, with joy and sorrow.
Sigh that never stays in Paradise.
You remain, eternal, only in fiction.
And, in each October:
Those magical sighs visit me—the one of my vital child with her toothless smile;
And the one of my Guardian, my longed-for and venerated Mamacita, with wings...
Franz Alberto Merino Dávila
Ecuadorian poet and writer who still sighs—for you.
https://franzmerino.wordpress.com/
