A quarter of a century I almost
you made you a pink afternoon
childhood and I was wondering where you hid the wings.
skin and hands are almost orange peel,
few teeth and hair, but a huge heart
'll call you "grandma" even if you're an angel.
grew and I was wondering how long
the passing of the years would have allowed
still enjoy your company.
Remember the silent lunches after school,
gone to see your favorite
while Luke and I did not want to grow?
remember your care and your affection
always a hot meal ready for us, we promise to make you
angry.
Sometimes you shut the kitchen to eat, because you wanted to talk things
but it was nice when we dine with us.
I grew up the son of those moments
now, perhaps, we do not see much anymore
but only the heart is the guardian of true affection.
Often, grandmother, great utopia dream:
would not be nice if we lived on the other hand you back
and young, cheerful and lively?
we will become gradually smaller and
at the end of the show, the final farewell
you look again at the future with serenity.
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