I miss you old man;

I live trying to follow the trail that your boat left in the sea of existence, I live dreaming of being able to leave the footprints that your feet left, and again I long for your deep voice giving me advice, there was so much left to learn from you.

The memory of your tremulous steps invades my soul, steps you took while you talked to me about history, culture, geography and more; Ignorant that I would miss you so many times, I did not pay the attention you deserved and you never reproached me.

Now time has been in charge of showing me how right your words were, today I see with piteous nostalgia that in your words a spring of wisdom flowed... and of love; rough and rude without notorious attachment but today I see it, I see what you did, I see what you said, today I see the love that was hidden behind a reproach, today I feel the affection and the teaching of the advice, today...

So much time later and even my eyes from time to time cry for you, they cry for you to empty my soul a little of your absence.

I miss you old man; I talk to myself so many times emulating what you would tell me frankly and I advise myself, yes, only I advise myself trying to imitate the way you would.

I miss your tired look so much after the long tasks, I miss your ideas and dreams and I want my steps to shine on the path of my offspring at least with half the intensity that yours shine and if so, I will know that I did it well ; Well, it will be difficult to be what you were old.