Pimpollo

Bud, I want to talk to you, and alone,
Because I want more than just telling you things,
To show myself inside.
Bud of my soul, I know that your silence
Needs more than pretty words, it needs a mirror,
Although I am your father, and that gives me rights,
I know at your age some arguments don't count,
Some phrases are unnecessary, and an example is needed,
So I settle for you to believe me sincere.
Of course, I should be more of a friend,
I have to be closer to you
From time to time at least, and especially now.
Bud, in this time when your
Young blood seeks its path,
And your eyes wander to the land of dreams,
And your hands stay to write memories,
Now that in my soul there is also something new
Something I wouldn't want to tell you are 'jealousy'
Why will you know?, bud, that even though I don't show it,
And even though it seems like I'm alone in the weights,
I worry about your steps and follow you from afar,
If you knew the nights, that I think of you, and think of you,
We talked about it with your mother, the poor woman as I see it lives more
The problem, suffers your growth turns with you,
And carries all the weight of the house,
I, sometimes, seem like a stranger and it's because,
I was raised differently,
Another time, I would lie if I say I don't fear,
If not finding the words many times I bite,
And swallow the desire to tell you my fears,
Because men, we are like this, made of flesh and bone!
Bud, we are light and shadow at the same time,
We carry within us something like a fire,
A sacred spark, mother of so many fires.
You, women on the other hand, carry within
A sacred spring and it's because God himself
Has placed, in the warm jug of your beautiful,
Bodies the water of life, a grand mystery,
That's why I ask you, or rather remind you,
Life is a path, you have to walk it,
Remember that there are plenty of distractions.
Don't play with life! Be careful with the fire!
I don't want you to stay looking at my flaws,
Nor do I want you to search for me in others' faces,
You have to worry about finding your partner,
Who has already left theirs, and is coming towards you.
Get out of yourself, I invite you to make an effort,
Release those hummingbirds in your new eyes,
And explore horizons, go to other skies!
Know other landscapes, if the universe is yours!
Fill the river, the sun, and the wind with questions,
Talk to the roads, they will tell you what they saw,
They are my old friends and they will keep repeating to you:
Those who seek find, don't rush, there is time.
And it's true, it's my experience, the little I have,
That I beat life, look around us,
Nothing is done suddenly, happiness is a secret.
Do all things in their due time!
You will see, bud, how beautiful all that is!
You will feel like giving, and you will be able to do it,
Because by then you will return knowing,
That love, only love, gives rights,
But love, bud, remember, is not blind,
It has light in its eyes, and serves as a mirror,
It takes you by the hands, and you feel it inside,
You squint your eyes and you are touching the sky!
Forgive me, bud, I get inspired, and I go far,
I don't know if it's affection or I'm getting old,
I should and didn't know how to be honest with you,
You see, I wanted to show you, how you are inside here,
And now that I've said what I suffer and feel,
I would like to give you two things: one, the risk of making mistakes
The other, a phrase, a secret: love and do what you want bud... I love you!