In Memoriam (Translate)

Elsita, your history began in the invisible aims of God, tangibly for us it begins when you went single to the cinema and an impetuous young person began to win your heart, as you said. Since then you united ways and lives in a common flag with a star that always guided you and shone in our home with joy. A seeded way of work and constant and honest effort that marked all our lives. Appearing into history "personages" whom they were winning and robbing the spaces of our time, of our existence. Communists were called, said themselves Socialistas-Radicales, were believed Liberal, boasted of themselves Democratic, announced of Conservatives. They raised their own flags that the winds of the life faded and tore; the ignominy, the delinquency and the lie were their form and bottom. They were expert of the truth, their truths were the truth, "we are the solution to your problems" advertising. The solutions implemented, their solutions more problems originated. The excuses were not made to wait, to anybody or something had to throw... "is that the world is changing"... "are that the economic crises"... "and where is God?", many guilty found. They were not guilty of anything, were the circumstances. And only weeping produced.

My existence ran into with the one of them when they said:"we think in the future of the children", "how good" everybody said, taking place the events made arise in me the questions: the children are their children?, am I among the children?. Proclamations to the wind sent, with words moved to the world. When the wind stopped, in the same place they were. You strove day to day, hour to hour by the sustenance, we were twelve, me growing. When one wanted to think with sarcasm compeled an explanation... "what do you know?...", the ignorantes planned my life, planned our life.

The terror appeared with name of State, time later another terror replaced it. The truth of both the wind took them, the lies of both disappeared. Those gusts of wind took part of our existence, of our youth.

When the colors of the flags changed, the already well-known faces on modern seats complied. Changed the times, they changed the flags, the words no, the faces either. The children occupied the positions of their parents and such problems caused until they discovered the flag and the star of you, trying to take control of her. Now, only they had to copy. You no longer here, your last efforts in our house gave it.

Now I am here, with double feelings of joy and sadness in my soul by your departure. Cheer; because with joy you must be received in the Kingdom of God, the kingdom of skies of the chosen ones, where surely you will be in the first places in front of the highest one. Sadness by not to fell you physically to my side anymore, you were my refuge and rest next to my father in urgent circumstances of my life created by our common enemies. Nobody will never understand what meant to arrive at house, your home, the lightening that one felt in her. Only lately the profane ones discovered something of your goodness, when, without exit of the chaotic and dark tunnel in which they submerged to us again, they saw shine the light of the star that through the time guided to you and my father. The deceitful persons did not take in appropriating themselves their symbols. Sadness I feel by not accomplish something to rewarded you for what deserved, they did not let me; that will be for ever within me.

You arrived and you went in silence as you liked, but for me it is not enough, I must proclaim your name to the world like registry of your existence, courage and value, representing other mothers united in the pain and sacrifice; in the circus of the life that has created the impious the lights point to the opposite direction dazzling to the confused ones. Now which they knew of your existence and your life, how will dare to appear in front of you and God and his judgment. They will look for refuge in the money of a world that does not belong to them and where they must request permission to live day to day.

Rest in peace Elsita, mother mine, ours and also of many others, rests in the kindness of the Kingdom of Skies, your Kingdom.

In memory of beloved Elsa Rosa Figueroa Parraguez passed away at 22 of April at 85 years old. Your son Julio Jeraldino Figueroa. Quillota, Chile, May of the 2006.

Alcances Sobre el Blog

La finalidad del blog era rendirle tributo a mi madre (Q.E.P.D.), no sé aún el rumbo que va a tomar ni cuánto va a durar. Sólo el tiempo lo dirá. Quiero agregar que me olvidé de mi abuelita Isolina y sus gallinas, éramos trece.