Chester's Flamin Hot Fries Halal

my grandfather

The vest coffee. I got


Even with the television on

showing tears of joy, the singing rage of men and women

They had waited too many years
to see your team champion.

I got up and walked towards my grandfather sat
That
With his eyes
serious man and hugged him tightly
And we said those few words
That
those ineffable moments are needed. His eyes wet


Recalling the early days of college
When with his friends now dead

All steps of the national roaming the octopus Simian
Viewing Times
university bar
of people in hats and ties at the neck
. We hugged

While thousands of miles
Players
And they circled the party exploited
At the mining camp. Today

still feel the smell of coffee from his vest

Touching my face twelve years old
While television reflects back
We lit

One day in December 1994.

Oyarzún m. luis