{"id":5317,"date":"2015-07-14T15:43:19","date_gmt":"2015-07-14T12:43:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5317"},"modified":"2018-07-14T12:02:02","modified_gmt":"2018-07-14T09:02:02","slug":"happy-birthday-my-dearest-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5317","title":{"rendered":"Happy Birthday, my dearest Father!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Happy Birthday, my dearest Father!<\/p>\n

The table of shadows invites everybody to take a sit and tell a story.
\nThe old Jewish house of my childhood does not exist anymore, but in my memories. Late in the heart of night, when every soul sleeps, my friend, Insomnia, opens to me old windows that in the light of day seem to be locked. I see myself, a four-year-old, running wildly between the trees of our orchard, climbing and hiding and running away from brothers, sisters and especially my mother. They always threatened me with \u201dlunch, dinner\u201d, awful words, scary sentences for a four-year-old who loved climbing the trees and eating their fruits only.
\nI see my father, tall, dark, pale, a Poet, gathering us together, five children, and organizing a poetry contest, behind the house.
\nThere he would improvise a stage where we would recite poems, to be rewarded for the best acting ever.
\nI see myself fidgeting, fighting my tears and my fears, climbing the stage behind the improvised curtain, trying to remember my poem.
\nOf course, I always won!
\nEverybody would be ready to give up their own pride only to see my serious and proud face receiving the chocolate trophy from my father\u2019s hands.
\nMy brothers used to sing but I, with my small voice, I would recite classic love poems not knowing the meaning of the words, and I would say \u201dI love you forever\u201d with the same passion, hunger, delight, that\u00a0 I would eat my chocolate\u00a0 prize with.
\nI never smiled. Yet, in my father\u2019s arms, I would hug him strongly, thankfully, collecting his tears with my fingers and wondering where they come from.
\nI would caress his face and dry his tears of love silently.
\nHe loved through me, he recited with me, he cried for divine love having me in his arms.
\nWhose voice recited those poems? My voice or my Father\u2019s?
\nI would not know\u2026.I do not know\u2026I will never know.<\/p>\n

Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote><\/p>\n

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