When
girl wanted the love of a father, I smiled
peaceful,
take me by the hand to walk beside him
and that was following me with his eyes
if I ran on the grass,
or that take me to the circus to enjoy an incredible view
behind a clown .....
growing desires are transformed,
no more than a loving father,
but a man of strong and caring
whom I could fall in love every night
to lean on his chest, feeling his muscles bulging
fatigue and falling asleep to the beat
of his heart like a warrior who faces life
without armor.
Ah .... what a sweet feeling in my chest I sleep
man that smells of authenticity,
with the purity and sincerity of a child, but
all the warmth of a true father.
Giuseppe O.
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