My grandfather always talked me about comets
Skies, solar systems and airplanes
My grandfather was always a crazy guy
Follower of the imaginative world of those alienated

I liked to listen histories
To imagine that that everything roots true
To think that the world was different,
Of what appeared in television

When my Napoleonic grandfather died
I began to take out the truth of the world
I noticed the people's cruelty
And that had been born first,
The egg or the chicken

Shut up at my room
I still hear vinyls of Lead Zeppelin
And intend to draw multicolored flying disks

The longing consumes me
Of the years of my childhood