Beneath your feet is paradise

Beneath your feet is paradise,
lies my paradise, which
like an invigorating spring
flows through my life.


Having you and being raised by you
is
my greatest happiness,
that I feel every day.

You were born from the womb of Vientos Alisios,
of those winds
that will lead the seeker safely across the seas.
You are my cartographer by night, transforming the night reflection of the sea
into a shining web of hope,
because in it you always reveal to me a way
which you have also always
whispered softly in my ear.
What beautiful darkness lies out there,
while the glowing wisps of night fall from the sky.

And so I learned already in the days of my childhood
that I was surrounded by a warrior
who took a lot on herself
to make
us
her kids
happy.

Just for us.

You were ready just for us,
to leave your own paradise, which was beaneath the feet of your own mother.
Now it is not long ago that you had to say goodbye to her forever
our beloved Abuelita, who now gently unites with the Sahara winds, moving in circles.

Beneath your feet is paradise,
lies my paradise, which
like an invigorating spring
flows through my life.

Mario-Francisco Zodl

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