BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

They lived in the same quarter, went to the same school,
They grew and loved together without lies or complexes.

The era a poor boy, without his father grew up,
His father died in the war and child left it.
His mother worked always, to see it of major,
turned into a good man, serious, honest and hard-working.

She was a rich girl, nothing her was missing ever,
His parents always gave him the caprices for that he asked.
One summer evening in the tree of the love,
They recorded his hearts and his love declared itself.

But the father of the girl who was an important gentleman,
It ordered his daughter very far to forget that one romance.
Some years happened and a good day returned.
With a girl of the arm and a slightly major gentleman.
They were opposite to front and his eyes looked,
Thinking in those days that there were a part of the past.
The girl said to his mother: Who is this good gentleman?..
And she turned the back and in his silence it cried.

The time has been happening and she never returned already,
he keeps on living alone remembering that love,
it has turned into a man, seriously honestly and hard-working,
respected by the people up to his retirement.
It keeps on going every evening along with the tree of the love,
And it looks at his hearts neither that nor the time erased them.

One summer evening of some years later,
A brown girl was asking for him.
When they were she to his arms threw herself,
Saying to him that his mother all that told him,
he said to him that they loved like nobody imagined,
and of that beautiful love a good day she was born.

Now a few years that he has left for living,
it will have with him his daughter and finally he will be happy.
He wonders why she went away of his side,
Only because he was poor and she had too much.