fevereiro 18, 2005

1901-....

i guess you'd be 104 by now
all your wisdom trapped
in an old man's body
i never saw you angry
not even when you were bound
to a bed that didn't deserve you
emprisoning your health
even then your smile endured
i'll always remember those
long gone summer nights
when you told your amazing stories
while the moon shone on your unshaved face
i like to think that a part of you
is still lingering on this world
in my mother's eyes
my uncle's laugh
my brother's face
and in my every step