|De izquierda a derecha: Ramón Fdez. de Guevara, Rafael Coloma, Geli Barberá, |
María Teresa Espasa y Vicente Barberá. (Foto gentileza de Paco Ponce).
GLADYS and her garden
Gladys searched for the memories
of life in her garden….
Gladys welcomed me and
sought in me
a shared silent complicity.
Whenever we met,
after a long time
- without having seen each other -
she wanted me next to her for a short chat of family affairs…
GLADYS searched in her garden
for the memories of life.
She delighted us with turkey, mince pies
and roast pork…the house smelt of joy and care.
GLADYS’s Christmas cake
She enjoyed having us around her
family parties, weddings, birthdays, any date would suit for
laughing, chatting, eating…
Then a prolonged weakness embraced her,
each step an eternal willing hope
to be able to do it better.
But this time never came
though she kept her eyes wide open
so as to receive the sparkle of our lives.
One night she gave her back to the moon
sitting on her bed
while I got her undressed,
she lifted her face, she held me tight,
she was saying goodbye.
That was the last time we were looking at her garden.