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There are indelible memories
That remain in your life like a constant caress.💖

People who draw you smiles and tenderness with their angel hands.
That's how you were and that's how I will always remember you
Full of purity and no malice whatsoever
With your calm and taciturn spirit
Diaphanous, ethereal like the fairies in fairy tales.
Your voice was a hoarse whisper full of wisdom
That hummed music of other times that you taught me to love.

We communicated only with complicit glances from grandmother to granddaughter, because I already knew in the middle of my childhood, that you chose silence before any confrontation.
Your endless sayings for every circumstance of life are still my dictionary of experience in any situation.

You taught me to read and pray while caressing my unruly curls, I fell asleep with the aroma of sweet bread and butter from your nivea hands.
Tangos, boleros, poetry, music, your inexhaustible sweetness with clear honey-colored eyes.
The news, the lottery numbers, your tired walk, the cigarette and the coffee.
Then came that sad day when your memories began to escape from your eyes and your soul was slowly fading away.

I could no longer find your poems and sonnets scattered around the house, there were no more arepita cones for the granddaughter who did not like to eat, you escaped from the prison of the big house and you came back in very few awakenings to turn off again and just say who you are? I don't know you
Where am I?

I was only 16 years old abuelita, I had already recovered from that bomb in my back that almost shut down my lungs and my life.
I had to stay away for only one year, the treatment was delicate and I came back, I came back to stay there with you but you were going farther and farther away.

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I would lie down next to you and you would mistake me for a great-grandmother I never knew, your mother.
Sometimes you would come back and between tears you would say my "semillita" my "acemita" my "chemayita".
I remembered those prayers you taught me, I sang to you as you always sang to me, I made you arepitas cones, I bathed you as you bathed me as a child, as I tried my old lady, as we tried.
And my old tough Rubén Elías, how he took care of you, how he treated you, how he called you my love, my blonde, he gave you food in your mouth, his soul spilled between love and sadness to see you like that, my beloved old lady.
That kind of love is no longer common, it is only found in novels and goes beyond fairy tales.

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You kept on saying goodbye slowly, leaving without any memory without any words.
Unexpectedly, as the years went by, my grandfather left before you, then my uncle who took care of you amidst his poetry and his hands full of paintings and sketches.
The big house became even more immense and lonely.
As the years went by, you silently left and took with you a part of my heart and soul.

My Fairy, my grandmother, my beloved old lady.
A few days ago I passed again by what used to be the big house.
Now a shopping mall full of stores, but still showing the granite floor where each of my cousins and I took our first steps.

Every time I pass by there, I feel like in that Isabel Allende's novel "La casa de los espíritus" (The house of the spirits).
And I don't see the premises, nor the people who are there.
I only see the big house, the one that was our house, the rooms, the games, the noises, your voice and my grandfather's, the music and the smell of coffee with cinnamon, the family shouts, the scoldings because I turned on my aunt's organ and started playing it without permission, my escapes up to the roof to avoid eating, while you sneaked me cookies and sweet bread from my mother.
The avocado tree in the central patio.
The antique sewing machine, which ended up being the spaceship of all the cousins.

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There are indelible memories that remain in your life like a constant caress.💖

That's why I decided to share with you this song that reminds me of her, of everything she was and what she still continues to be through each one of us who had the immense joy of knowing her.
"Que bonito" a song that the singer Rosario Flores gave to her brother honoring his memory, that's why I thought to a great extent to give it to her and share it with you, it is a beautiful way to remember those who are no longer in this plane with us.

I love you grandmother
Yesterday, today, tomorrow and always my angel 💖.

Video Oficial "Que Bonito" (Rosario Flores)/Official Video "Que Bonito".(Rosario Flores)

Qué bonito cuando te veo, ay
Qué bonito cuando te siento
Qué bonito pensar que estás aquí
Junto a mí
Qué bonito cuando me hablas, ay
Qué bonito cuando te callas
Qué bonito sentir que estás aquí
Junto a mí, ay
Qué bonito sería poder volar
Y a tu lado ponerme yo a cantar
Como siempre lo hacíamos los dos
Que mi cuerpo no para de notar
Que tu alma conmigo siempre está
Y que nunca, de mí, se apartará
¡A-ay!
Qué bonito tu pelo negro, ay
Qué bonito tu cuerpo entero
Qué bonito, mi amor, todo tu ser
Sí, tu ser
Qué bonito sería poder volar
Y a tu lado ponerme yo a cantar
Como siempre lo hacíamos los dos
Que mi cuerpo no para de notar
Que tu alma conmigo siempre está
Y que nunca, de mí, se apartará
¡Ay!
Qué bonito cuando acaricio, ay
Tu guitarra, yo, entre mis manos
Qué bonito poder sentirte así
Siempre así
Qué bonito, mi amor, todo tu ser
Sí, tu ser

Postscript:
My apologies to all, I had been days without posting because I have had problems with internet connection and signal.
I'm still waiting for them to solve God willing.
The writing, photos and video are my property and belong to my personal gallery.
The separators are from @mayvileros , The GIFs from PEAKD and TENOR.
English translation courtesy of DeepL

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