We learn together.
Look at me. What do you see, son?
Dad, dear.
straining. Without poetry, and compliments.
But he sees the heart. Lost in adjectives, verbs juggle.
a substitute. It is harder for me. defeat love.
We cameras. This task is the same, the results vary.
cigarette smoke, barely see my face. What do you see? Dad in a cloud! I? I see a tree with a large crown.
Simon hides in the book. And I, what? You hide behind the literature, spryciarzu. I? You're a mystery, as the words.
Then we see the fish, owls, horizon, anger, joy. We see love.
Looking out the window Simon turns birds in fairy nymphs, and starships. I look at him, poking, to be gone. Now the world outside is just ours. Today has changed a hundred times.
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