As you grew up,
I believed and doubted,
that God became human, my son.
To me you looked
like the sky approaching.
They told me that God is love.
I believed and did not doubt.
I believed in you,
without consciousness,
with father's feeling.
I believed the threshold,
and the land,
the smoke,
that increases my chest,
the spirit,
that connects me with you,
in the name of the son,
the fireplace and the ashes.
The sky grows over the years
and it leaves...
And you leave as well,
but you will always be there,
You will always be there
whenever it be needed!
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