Tuesday, March 1, 2011

El Caballito del Diablo (1933)

            Time destroyed our small home, our nest of loves.
            Orphaned of a mother at ten years of age, I became even more attached to my father, in an infinite anguish of love. In a year my father would also die.
            The perennial memory of that moment has saved me; my father’s last words kept me from evil…
            “My son,” he told me repeatedly ---: ”Do you remember the dragonfly? --- You removed his wings, and said: ‘Fly!... Try to fly now !’ My son, you are another small dragonfly. When your mother died, you lost two of your wings. Now, very soon when I shall have died, you will lose the other two you have left. Fly, my son! …Try to fly now! … Do not forget that you have the right to happiness, but always remember that others too also have that right. My son: Never take away anybody else’s wings! …”
            And his voice broke in a last gasp.

Alejo Valdes Pica
Excelsior, Manila 
February 20, 1933

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