I remember like yesterday,
him by the door with that uniform, saying:
“Don’t you ever forget,
sometimes,
when something great dies,
It’s only for something beautiful to happen.
While other things are only history,
like it always been.”
Months passed by, but I couldn't care... I could only think:
How dare you? Not be with me, father?
How you dare!
Choosing be away for so long fighting a war, instead of being with me? I was afraid...
After the war, when it ended by years the only thing I could think was:
How you dare?! Father...
You should never get back,
You shouldn't had to go.
That remambrace is my shame,
and hi
