It's so much light inside de eyes
before the small universe
of a life goes out.
David, already no one can reach you
preventing your adventure.
You are free for the journey
of your placid death.
The promise of the tree
that we saw grow up
and shining in the soul
of your grandma Ann
hidden its spring for ever.
Dreams were broken,
with those you attempted to knock down
the hard doors of the world,
now are open wide
for your message of silent.
The footsteps of a young man
have left us behind
in our own way
to a invisible night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May he rest in perpetual peace