Poem for my dad

LUIS PORTILLO




The nobility of the soul is his nobility; the glory of duty makes his glory; he is poor, but his poverty creates the greatest scene in his history. Being the cult of my soul his affection, the chance wanted that when honoring his name the love that as a child inspired the sacred inspiration of the man. He wants the sky, the sing that inspires me, his eyes sees them with love  and of all the verses of my lira are worthy of  his name. 

I LOVE YOU.

 EMI