RSena (Sena)

Father

Behind the abysses of your chest I was
a solitary child who shows his sadness,
among the arrhythmia only nostalgia between the
apathy and his impotence with hypertension
Behind your selective blindness lives a
young man with questions that no one took the
time to answer more than the street with
tremendous slaps and life with the
same stone that every time you
stumble it grows and today more than
a stone it is a great wall an
impenetrable wall behind which you shelter
to not feel pain but it also doesn't
let you see yesterday under your so
hated baldness there is much more than the
misfortune of genetics there is a man
eternally worried about feeding
ten siblings a mother more than six
women and only God knows for sure
how many children because even you have
doubt there is a privileged intelligence
ruled by the tyranny of arrogance
and the migraine it causes is an unfathomable
enigma that it fails to solve
behind your scandalous silence shouts
for help in three languages an indomitable
spirit insurrect since birth
imprisoned by the lack of
opportunities in this country that for so
long became too small for you but from which you are
unable to leave the neighborhood
but the neighborhood did not leave you today
after much searching in your gaze
after studying psychology after writing
songs for my daughters after scrutinizing the
slow and insecure walk of my mother after
asking the moon about the origin of
my lycanthropic instincts after hurting
so many women after being friends with older
men after being unable to see in my
brother an adult because at almost
forty he still reminds me of his gaze
the gaze of the child you left waiting behind
the door
after talking so many nights with my
grandfather about the subtle difference between
enjoying life and losing oneself in
unconsciousness after asking you while crying
if one really owes
their entire life to their children after drinking
the sea and still being thirsty I only
come to thank you because you never made
anything worthwhile easy because you
taught me that a man is worth
what he knows and not what he has
because you instilled in me dogmas
this insatiable hunger for transcendence
for curing my first hangover for making me
laugh rivers for teaching me to ask
for forgiveness even though it took you so long
for making me listen to my mother
for putting in my child's hands the
responsibility of a man and thus
showing me what I am capable of
for not leaving my side in the hospital
for not blaming your father for your mistakes
and always owning them
but above all today I thank you for
placing a kiss on my cheek for every blow
you received and at least that part of your
story not repeating it with me.