Misfortune opens the soul to a kind of enlightenment that prosperity cannot discern.
Herni Dominique Lacordaire
A cancer patient …
Author: Jerónimo Alayón
Translation: Robert Hutchinson
I have arrived here to the edge of the world just to see this unanimous light. Below at my feet remain the dark depths that one day I conjured, that everyday I conjured. I am not a hero or perhaps… I am (my battles are so silent to the world! how good to be this tiny button of light!), but in me Pompeii and Troy together met. Pompeii: axe of destiny Troy: axe of mankind Who cares which axe when the soul cries out in pain! Destiny is an axe that I fear. To men… no: with them, I always get along. I am an athlete of the light … undefeated! And I look at my soul… that poor branch ripped and chopped, in love with the light, laughter and fire despite all the axes. And I look at my hands, exhausted, almost dead, almost broken. Open, open, even more open, as if they had not yet bled enough, in love with love. I am an athlete of the light… undefeated! And the depths… now I see them without bitterness. What an effort, God, to smile with the world held tight between the lips like a kiss between two constellations. What an effort, God, to not smile from the lips, but to smile from the soul… a smile more determined than death. What an effort, God, to not die before dying, to smile with light on the lips. And now I come calmly here, to the edge of the world just to see this unanimous light that I felt in me… and felt in you. I am an athlete of the light… undefeated! Pompeii and Troy? Yes… now they rest in the light, like smiles… harmless…. Caracas, December 24, 2011.
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