Noli Timere

Tribute to my father.

A typical pop song. Begins

a couple of seconds

in the car, a diesel car. How old!

But melody so beautiful, transpiring

notes in the air; but

he only has few hundreds in his

jacket, not enough to even give

himself the clothes he needs.

The life he wants.

Those days, I am not hungry,

not when I hung onto the

fluffy, plump ball of skin boxed

with warmth, and

in there I found my dad, a

reticent, caring, positive figure

for me to learn.

Noli timere, he says

while pointing to the distant buildings

where he works at, to assure me that

the magic of life will take me

to the castle in the sky, the blue, blue expanse of dreams.

Now I live without his embrace. Not in castle in the sky.

But I see the truth to the phrase. Noli timere,

ego sum fortissimus vita.