I am the fruit of that tree
I raise its branches very close to the sky
to give me life and all my longings
I caress with its branches
and under its shadow
little by little
I was growing
blessed the work of which I admire and want
I mean you
my dear father
that you always give me your hand with firmness
already in your hair the reflected snows
your look is trizte but always good
Mr!!
what a great guy you are
I mean old walker
God bless you wherever you are
there you are still taking care of us as always always always
i the fools nothing
may my youth fill you with love
my life I give you
old I'm grateful to you
if you want my heart, I'll give it to you
I want to see you very happy
I am the fruit of your life
I know that there is a life
and a life you have given me
may God preserve you
always here by my side
I mean you
good man
that for a long time
You took care of me
you do not have a name
when there is no father
and all that pride
you gave it to me
I mean you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)