| Dad (1994) |
To my dad |
| You where my father a mountain too hard to climb raised too much from the ground in my brain's fancies... I did try 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 on the book of my life with loving certainty. On the earth it will be shine when God shall receive you, Dad. |
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