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| El señor del sombrero Medellín, 2011 Photography by Triunfo Arciniegas |
Triunfo Arciniegas
GRANDFATHER
In his old age
he washed his eyes
with rose petal water.
Took naps
under the shade of a tree
and he would tell us stories
about horses lost in the fog
of deer trembling in water
of a house that burned all night.
"Time passes
like a ball of fire "
he once said.
The shadow of
his hat on his face
the ember of snuff,
the palm of his hand on my shoulder.
With a dry blow on the neck
he would send rabbits
to another world.
Garlic fasting
and a chair in the patio,
the secrets of my old man.
For my birthday
he opened the trunk,
his world,
he chose something
and judging by the way he held it
I understood that it was something he loved
a colorful top
which I still I have.
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