Saludos a todos y esta es la primera vez que estoy en esta comunidad y feelings y por recomendación de mi querida
gracias. Quiero entonces honrar el sentido de esta comunidad y dejarles por aquí la semblanza que escribí para un ser que desde hace muy poco no está.
Yo escribo semblanzas para abrazar la vida de quienes se las hago, es una forma de escritura que expresa datos de la personalidad del otro, es para mí un acto de apreciación y calificación, la recomiendo también como formas de expresar emociones y de hacer trabajos de reconocimiento y perdón. Se las comparto.
Greetings to all and this is the first time I am in this community
and feelings and by recommendation of my dear
thanks. I want to honor the sense of this community and leave you here a semblance that I wrote for a being who has been gone for a very short time.
I write semblances to embrace the life of those to whom I write them, it is a form of writing that expresses data of the personality of the other, it is for me an act of appreciation and qualification, I also recommend it as a way to express emotions and to do works of recognition and forgiveness. I share them with you.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Fuente: Pixabay
YVAN. UNA SEMBLANZA PARA ALIVIAR ESTE DOLOR.
Hay hombres que aman con el alma, hombres de amor infinito. Se que no era demasiado amor, porque era la claridad de que amar y a quien amar, además era sumamente discreto, al principio no sufría. Porque era feliz junto a ella, su silencio era agradablemente sorprendente, nunca lo rompió, pero esa misma discreción ese mismo silencio fue el verdugo.
Cuando lo conocí creo que yo tenía unos 7 u 8 años de edad, cuidado si no menos, recuerdo siempre su sonrisa, pues era lo único de expresión que se le podía ver, su sonrisa era con los labios apretados, con la boca pequeñita, y hablo de su sonrisa porque era muy ocurrente siempre tenía un chiste, algo divertido que decir, en su escasa conversación.
Por aquellos días de mi niñez, me sacaba a pasear por todos lados, con el conocí la ciudad donde nací, con el conocí las costas de mi país, cuanta playa aparecía el me llevaba, íbamos el junto a sus hermanas y muy importante su amor, siempre aprobaba cualquier viaje porque su gran amor lo proponía y no era por complacer es porque él era feliz junto a ese amor.
Después de muchos años cuando ya yo era adulta me tocó vivir con él, uno de esos tiempos en que eligió con gallardía quedarse solo, no hacer diáspora, de esa que nos marcó en la venezolanidad y quedarse aquí con su casa y su música, porque además era amante de la música. Hoy agradezco tanto esos días porque aprendí a apreciarlo aún más, nunca le estorbe y disfrutaba de vivir con él y mi familia, yo solo lo quería acompañarlo y contenerlo.
Era pulcro, ordenado, no hacía reguero no sé si para no tener que estar arreglando o porque esa era su forma de vivir y aprendí en esos días a mantener su orden, el bendito orden que pertenece a nuestros ritmos naturales, despertar de día, comer, recoger todo y quedarse en casa o salir a trabajar. ¡Listo nos vemos esta tarde, nos comemos unas arepas!
Gentil, decidido asombrosamente decidido, yo no conocía esa templanza tan clara de lo que quería y lo que no. Quería estar en su terruño y con su amor, solo que su amor no tenía la misma fuerza y decisión, debe ser por aquello que siempre aprobaba, pero esta vez no aprobó y escogió la soledad.
La soledad lo devastó, esperó, pero cuando supo que ya no volvía con su amor, decidió también dejar de vivir.
Aquí estoy frente a sus cenizas, recordando su pasaje por mi vida, regocijándome de haberlo conocido y de haber estado en la vida con él. En este instante santo, todo duele porque no está, hay pérdida, profunda pérdida y sé porque me duele el alma, ya no me va a salir con alguna ocurrencia, no me va a llevar a la playa, no ve va a llevar a alguna fiesta de orquestas en vivo de la música que amaba, ya no porque su elección fue rotunda. Tengo que dejarlo ir, seguramente donde va es más placentero que aquí y como ya no pertenece a eso, pido que vaya a donde tiene que estar.
TÚ HOMENAJE LA MÚSICA.
Aquí dejo uno de los temas con que te despedí. En homenaje a ti y a tu música
YVAN. A SEMBLANCE TO ALLEVIATE THIS PAIN.
There are men who love with their soul, men of infinite love. I know it was not too much love, because it was the clarity of what to love and whom to love, moreover he was extremely discreet, at the beginning he did not suffer. Because he was happy with her, his silence was pleasantly surprising, he never broke it, but that same discretion that same silence was the executioner.
When I met him I think I was about 7 or 8 years old, careful if not less, I always remember his smile, because it was the only thing of expression that could be seen, his smile was with tight lips, with a tiny mouth, and I speak of his smile because he was very witty always had a joke, something funny to say, in his little conversation.
In those days of my childhood, he used to take me everywhere, with him I knew the city where I was born, with him I knew the coasts, every beach he took me to, he and his sisters went with him and very important his love, he always approved any trip because his great love proposed it and it was not to please, it was because he was happy with that love.
After many years, when I was already an adult, I had to live with him, one of those times when he gallantly chose to stay alone, not to make a diaspora, the kind that marked us in Venezuelanity and stay here with his house and his music, because he was also a music lover. Today I am so grateful for those days because I learned to appreciate him even more, I never got in his way and I enjoyed living with him and my family, I just wanted to accompany him and contain him.
He was neat, tidy, he didn't make a mess, I don't know if it was so he wouldn't have to tidy up or because that was his way of living and I learned in those days to maintain his order, the blessed order that belongs to our natural rhythms, wake up during the day, eat, pick up everything and stay at home or go out to work. Ready, see you this afternoon, we'll eat some arepas!
Gentle, determined, amazingly determined, I didn't know that temperance so clear of what he wanted and what he didn't want. He wanted to be in his homeland and with his love, only that his love did not have the same strength and decision, it must be because of what he always approved, but this time he did not approve and chose loneliness.
Loneliness devastated him, he waited, but when he knew that he was no longer returning to his love, he also decided to stop living.
Here I am in front of his ashes, remembering his passage through my life, rejoicing to have known him and to have been in life with him. In this holy instant, everything hurts because he is gone, there is loss, deep loss and I know because it hurts my soul, he is not going to take me to the beach, he is not going to take me to a party with live orchestras of the music he loved, not anymore because his choice was resounding. I have to let him go, surely where he is going is more pleasant than here and since he no longer belongs there, I ask him to go where he belongs.
YOUR TRIBUTE MUSIC.
Here I am listening to a piece from your endless collection of music, I bid you farewell today I know I loved you, I loved your witticisms, your kinship with me, your accompaniment, all that you were. Yvan we will meet again, transcend, today we are closer, before the physical body separated us.
Here I leave one of the songs with which I said goodbye to you. In tribute to you and your music
- Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
- Foto con fuente citada de Pixabay en su versión gratuita / Photo with source quoted from Pixabay in its free version
- Banners y separadores diseñados en Canva con los elementos disponibles en su versión gratuita / Banners and dividers designed in Canva with the elements available in its free version.