25 jun 2009

Mariano Schuster

TROPIC OF THE CANCER

The man fulminated by the Light
The man who lunar cancer gripped the presence
The man born in authoritarian poverty
The man with broken sight
The man marked by the Javeh linage
The man that wanted to sleep under the peace heavens
The man that disappear in a point where his body fall
And now is surrounded by life.
O have seen him , he kept me in his arms at my six months old and progressive craziness
I have seen him stood
At one hundred light years of History.
Leaving the tears of a New Cinema Paradise
I have seen him smiling and crying, taking my hand by places I don’t know,
I have seen him, I have seen him, I have seen him
Walking all the walk sides with glass of his eyes misted up
Going into old cinemas and good bars
Where they are not safe
I have seen him going up of his black box
To remind me I am a man,
Whose craziness whose craziness took six million brothers
In Treblinka, Auschwitz and Buhenwald.
I have seen him
To reject every assassin, the Jewish,
Catholic, Palestinian or simply, assassin
I have seen him in dreams
In dreams where it is impossible to dream.
Because he is my father
and they prevented me from reading a Kadish in his death day
Because he is my father
an errant Jewish, of the Diaspora which hasn’t finished yet.
Because he is my father
who is on the other side of the world, where there aren’t tears or death.
Because he is my father
who died of cancer to know too much
Because he is my father
who did his best
Because he is my father
and can’t steal his name from me.
Because he is my father
with all his depressions.
Because he is my father
and I am a mishigene poet
whose therapy is laughter and crying
Because he is my father
and also my brother.
Because he is my father
who has sent me other fathers
Because he is my father
and he will know to understand me
Because he is my father
and I couldn’t see him on time
Because he is my father
and he is writing part of my history.
Because he is my father
and if there is something it’s also his presence
Because he is my father
And if I see him again, when I’m also on the other side of the world, where everybody has a place, where injustice, war and death have been beated in a Jerusalem which is a melting pot, David will guide me with his old and good star, and will tell me Shalom in a hug that will enlightened and cure the life and love of our mortal dreams

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