An autobiographical poem by Francesco, dedicated to his father – exclusively for Different Truths.
Father your face your Life and your hardened hands sweat on the forehead dignity dressed in the days your wrinkles on the skin wise and ancient furrows of memories never dormant inside your shell as a man. Father my thoughts my words are always with you love in the eyes your grey ways tired footsteps feelings never violated suddenly pouring honey in the silence of your thoughts in a never-empty mouth. Father will not be the time and not even the distance to tear away the memories from my heart not even the life already lived we will still be united, Father from the love of our history and every Faith will be a wealth of our faithful dreams.
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