This last
potion of youth will pass,
and the first years of a face will come
that will be the face of an old man.
I'll look in the mirror and it will be like
standing before my father.
I'll smile and he will smile.
We'll burst out laughing,
and after the reunion
we'll get serious. Father,
you're going to tell me
that now you're counting
every tiny mollusc of time
that remains. You're going to wink at me
and I'll understand everything,
once and for all.