The old man
Hello dear sir/madam,
I wish to share this poem with you above a man that was to me my dearest friend who had unrelentless courage and gave it all for his family no matter what:
The old man
He said it all with his silence and even more with his words
and liked people who where true to themselves and and tried very hard
He never stopped to think a single moment if america was the greatest nation in the world
for he had no doubt in his mind if here the genius of man hard been developed her more than anywhere else in the world
The man was slim and he was baptized "el flaco" or "the slim" in english
Slim but courageous and clever as no one else I ever saw never surrendering his freedom to the bullish
He always cared for his significant ones with all his soul and heart
so he said nothing when they turned against him and simply said something smart
Some people hated him for his unrelentless integrity and courage
yet they could not avoid wondering at his elegance and resilience
the man fought and died the way he wanted to and that was his way
I, at least, think he was brilliant,witty and had the heart of a lion defending his cubs come what may
he kept his children away from hooligans so they could learn while under his protection
but was strong and steadfast to learn them some some respect for those who showed determination
as they say i now see myself as his predecessor and finally understand what he was trying to tell me in the living years
and I just can't forget the look in his eyes or the tears he cried
as he told me "mentira mentira los años the plassan ya no vuelven más" meaning we only live once so live with pride and take it to victory but with consideration for those who can't help but be afraid
he never believed in fear but that fear itself is all we have to fear and that's what makes all the difference
sometimes we fear what we don't understand and give up before the struggle even starts
yes, flaco we did it our way.
My warmest regards,
Mario Fontenla.