IN THE NIGHTS OF THICK HAZE
By Linda Del Grego (Translated by Luis Carreño)
@Lindacarreno
Your womanhood already makes you strong, But…weep woman, weep.
Let your tears bathe the armor of your strength.
You were loved until the last of his days. You were his deepest essence and his shelter in the nights of dread.
Call upon the memory of all those women who have lived on the heels of mourning and hold very strong, because all of them walk beside you.
Don’t let the oxide melancholy devour you. Because you’ll need more courage to fulfill the dreams of that beloved man.
Cherish his memory. Coo him, so that he never will get lost.
Remember that he is in the air, and maybe this same air hugged him as he closed his eyes and cooed him with the voice of peace in silence.
The others will strongly embrace our man: father, husband or son, in the nights of thick fog, and on your behalf, as a seal of friendship, we’ll call on the air to keep off the storm.
Are you a mother, wife or daughter? What does it matter, when with him, everything left you?
Eleven, an eleven reminds us the fate of existence.
The ferocity of nature and the contradiction of life.
None will ever want to be in your place, you know it well.
What you don’t know is that from the depths of my being I also cried his departure and that my husband’s brave heart also cried in silence, because he also lived the so called love of homeland.
Weep woman, weep.
Turn off our compassion with your tears and teach us to hang on in the faith that the woman is the true hero of any war.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: “In memory of the 11 men in the Army helicopter crash of 03/11/15 “But especially with sincere respect, these words of support to the women who live every day the drama of losing their man in war, whatever it is”.
