A year
a year ago and you live and you drink,
love you and I catch you,
that I look and I'm talking about,
touch you and love you.
One year of light and hope,
life projection
spinning loom of my existence,
of my own importance to tomorrow.
Your smile carries me, and stirs,
your arms stretched pay me
and foolishly moistened my tired old eyes.
gave me this strange feeling.
What a source of life and emotions.
What feelings planting
in consumption and heart weary grandfather.
Today, on your first birthday,
have taken your first steps.
You came to me with your joy,
with your smile and outstretched hands
for the door of my soul
knowing that you are the owner of your key.
And I, like an idiot,
felt the lash deep
giving uncontrolled affection
a grandfather emotionally charged.
I'm already yesterday and tomorrow you
and contact of your hands
feel the illusion of a present
where I want enjoy you,
life full of illusion and
angelic air that you shine
every moment.
Today my dear granddaughter,
in your first year,
rode my heart to fast-paced
while you played with it between your fingers
unaware that mange
this tired horse
that dances to the wind in your fantasy.
0 comments:
Post a Comment