Remembering my father: José Martel in the second anniversary of his passing/Recordando a mi padre: José Martel en el segundo aniversario de su partida

Father, you that dedicated your life to hard work, honesty and family without doing any harm to anyone, you must be walking in the eternal light of the Angels, with Christ smiling with his endless love all extended to you and to the millions who were righteous, and followed His path, not in words but in actions. We’ll meet on the other side, the better side I am sure. Miss you terribly: human, imperfect and selfish that I am, I’ll always love you and would have wanted to spend more time with you on this earth. Rest in Peace and Happiness in the place I know you have earned.

My father at with my mother Francisca whom he stayed married for 60 years, his son and his granddaughter, who gave him many reasons to feel proud of her until his last day with us. The picture was taken on my graduation at New Jersey City University, May 1991.

My father loved to go to New York very early on Sunday mornings. He had a profound admiration for this country since he was very young, and used to say when driving around Manhattan: “Look at this, what Americans built is priceless.” This picture was taken at Strawberry Fields, Central Park 2009, a year before his passing.

Lea más sobre José Martel aquí.

Un pueblo sobre los ángeles

A José Martel †

Padre: los años señalan al sur,
cerca de la tierra se muere mejor.
Ves tan claro el regreso que no puedes contigo,
y ceden tus canas
y huelen tus manos a palma
y a niñez.
Quedó la exuberancia de marcar las cartas
grabadas en tus ojos,
el niño que vendía un cine de maníes
al final de tu espejo,
quizá el crecimiento
y todo árbol que marcó la diferencia
en una hoja gris del cielo.
Se nos escapan los pasos,
querernos acercar nos asfixia.
Levanta los ojos:
Tu pueblo tiene sangre en los colmillos
Tu pueblo tiene viudas y violados
Tu pueblo roe huesos y te busca
Tu pueblo celebra en terrazas de exilio
aniversarios
y ha creado un sarcófago inmundo
donde se abrazan los vivos.
Todo yace.
Cayó la tarde en un traspié de historia.
Velamos a los nuestros en una despedida
que añeja su cicatriz.
Semi tumbados rozamos las imágenes
pero somos los mismos en el sol
o en la nieve.

Rafael Román Martel (Barlow Avenue,1991)

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~ by Rafael Martel on July 15, 2012.

One Response to “Remembering my father: José Martel in the second anniversary of his passing/Recordando a mi padre: José Martel en el segundo aniversario de su partida”

  1. ………….Martel sintiendo tambien la perdida de tu querida madre que Dios le de mucha paz y que este en la compania de su santo esposo.

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