Mi Viejo

My old man is a good guy
who walks alone and waiting
he has a long sadness
from so much walking.
I look at him from afar
but we are so different
he grew up with the century
with tram and red wine.
Old man, my dear old man
now you walk slowly
as if forgiving the wind.
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time.
He has good eyes
and a heavy figure
age caught up with him
without carnival or parade.
I have the new years
the man has the old years
the pain he carries inside
and has timeless stories.
Old man, my dear old man
now you walk slowly
as if forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time.