but it's fresh and warm in me now....
so every day...not only on his birthday, October fifth...
I am grateful to my father...he knew what I needed...
.exactly....
.
took me to a place of improvisation......'just listen, you'll hear it...you will'....
another time, ' wait for me here in this bookstore...I'll be back in a while'...
he invited me into his library..of sound...of words.....
he knew I needed one of my own....and he knew where I'd find it....
he didn't say he knew me...but he did....
g-damn beautiful man, that one.....fiery little dancer.....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem