Teach them to fly,but not fly your plane.
Teach them to dream,but not dream your dream.
Teach them to live,but not live your life.
However ...on each flightin every life,in every dream,footprint will last forevertaught path.
You should have a birthday todayand you're not for your own good.
I keep your wordsand your anxiety for my seasondestinationbecause history will not allowa glimpse of this moment,much less understand.
The trial has already been given.
I tell you that I keep to myselfyour generous love.
Your hand on the spoongiving the last breakfast grandsonby lighterthe heavy atmosphere of the farewell.
Each one in his hand,as two knights of old andnobleshugging each other before the final duel,fatal.
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