The old man
drew the line
for his son,
the executive:
" I don't want you spending money on me!
(not as long as there are fathers) " ,
the line ageless
as the independence of time.
Musters tears
and overflows
the inner ear,
yet does not matter.
It can not cure frailty.

I seek him
who will seek me out
and will believe
what I do not believe
(that is my frailty)
" Sit down here with us, "
he says,
" You don't have to impress anyone.
Here is my hand
Your age is of no significance. "
Ah!
I move closer to his mouth
and look into his eyes
I do not avert mine,
there is no reason to,
or retreat
into a kindly smile.

Ah, companero,
you were born
on the wrong day
when God was paradoxical.
You'll have to
find yourself an old dog.