My years are getting lost in time
they are staying very far away.
My father no longer takes my hand
only his advice.
The memories of a child live in me
when a star wanted
As I remember my father
that with that smile
while my mother watched.
Years that come slowly, first
with what slowness they advance.
Because I wanted to be great, I remember,
to not stay at home
and accompany my father
far away
maybe until the end of the world
because my father was strong
he was very smart
It was better than none.
Today I do not want them to pass
the years
because my father is already old
they have been covered with wrinkles
her hands
and snow their hair.
Oh Lord, stop the time I ask you
because you can do it
because I really do not understand.
OMG
because the good is going
When your steps get tired I want
be the one to take care of them
meanwhile give me the arm
and let's see what you're going to tell me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)