You where my father
a mountain too hard to climb
raised too much from the ground
in my brain's fancies...

I tried to follow your ways
giving speed to youth's paces
in propellers' cadences
to chimaeras in skies
in to seas' liquid hugs...

Against targets on air
spitted lead bullets' clouds
sailed wise papers' whiteness
among swirls of envy
of your mind's power...

When you did end your path
in the broken time's raving
I engraved your name
in the book of my life
with loving certainty.

On the earth will be shine
when God shall receive you,Dad.