a few days ago I asked you
if you remembered that, when you were walking
on the bike with wheels, I followed you to the side,
running to your side, and that I was laughing because
the red sweats on your cheeks
they gave the appearance of a tomato with eyes,
and suddenly one day the wheels flew
and your bike was so small and fast
that your nose seemed like a buzzing bee,
and I asked you again if you remembered
that I was running holding my stomach
because I was never very fit,
and you are so stripped and so beautiful
without giving more importance to the thing you told me
yes, you remembered, I did not want you to look at me
because my eyes were filled with memories and
tears, because I love you with wings and with butterflies,
Morella beautiful, and yesterday,
in another square, another one of those tremendous miracles happened
to which you are going to get used to,
You asked me for my bike and I thought you were going to stand still
but to the surprise and tidal wave of my soul you sat down,
you got on daddy's pedals, and the world became me
Younger, how did you hit the pedals, you brat
light, in what second did you grow so much?
now my bike is yours, it's ours, if something has a piola
this matter is that I no longer have to trot you next
and I can sit on a bench
to look at you butterfly.