My father. A long conversation.

"Some times
I see in my hands the hands
of my father and my voice
is his.

a dark fear
strokes me.

Perhaps at night
I dream his dreams

and the cold anger
and memories of non seen places

are him, repeating
I´m him, returning

still face of my father
under the skin
over the bones of my face."
-Jose Manuel Arango

"A long conversation.

Each night I talk to my father
after his death
we have become friends"
-José Manuel Arango.