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To my father April 27, 2010

Filed under: Heartfelt — Lucila Soto @ 10:59 am

Alfonso Soto Soria

January 23rd 1926 – April 22nd 2010


No purest Love

No purest love ever was:
from his smile she drank,
his mighty roar she feared.

When she was a child he took her hand,
showed her a world of wonder
filled with beauty, art & creativity.

When he was an old man,
he took her hand once more.
To reassure life, to restore.
To comfort and to show her strength.

Beauty reflections

How beautiful he can be,
even if age and sickness have  tainted him.

Still a sight of a giant, a body of a  strong man
that  encases the vivid imagination of a restless child.

Beauty  out of strength, love & will.
Beauty shared with all who crossed roads with him,
beauty flowing from him,  bringing light & warmth
to  this dark and quiet room,
to  the whole city and the world.

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