She said very little, <br />I guessed very much. <br />'What's that? ' she asked. <br />Behind my dark glasses I smiled. <br /> <br />It was she, who guessed, <br />within sunshine smile, <br />I was carrying little gifts for her, <br />from Peru, of my trips, the last. <br /> <br />At lunch she told me, <br />about her dreams, her love, her plans, <br />as for her next concert, she asked: <br />'Will you be able to come? ' <br /> <br />I embraced her, kissed her forehead, <br />as if she was, once again, a child. <br />'My little girl, wherever, whenever <br />you call, mum's always standing by your side'. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finally-lunch/
