Old man, you walk alone.
Under the rain, no thunderbolt of sun shines today. Your thoughts lost among the clouds, your heart beating with lack of energy and love. I know whether you were married to a lovely woman or a single man, this now does not concern anyone.
Old man, you walk slowly.
So many remembrances left behind, no future hopes in sight. This sorrowful look may hide so many deep disappointments. Old man, rise your head to the first drops of rain. Let them join those many tears, and feel solace, at last.
Take a deep breath, stop at once. And walk again.
Pseudònim: El cucut