I never knew my father
Somebody know how he was?
He only left an enveloped letter
and it is just signed: Dad

I've tried to open it
since i was a child
but my mother always said: not boy
is better to wait when daddy's back

I asked people in town
how is my father? when he comes?
Some people told me: he's a hero
some of them: you better run!

He's dangerous boy
a very bad guy
no! he loves you!
you must be out of your mind!

You are week and inmature
He hates that kind of guy
you are crazy and a rebel
he hates the people of your kind

And the days have become months
and the months into years
I'm still waiting at the door
for my father to appears

And there is the letter
turning yellow and getting old
i'm just looking for answers
for the truth to be told

One night i took the letter
while my knees were shaking
my hands were cold and wet
but my heart was waiting

With fear in my heart
and doubts coming trhough
i took strenght and open it
i needed to know the truth

What if he never loved me?
i was asking in my mind
and that was the reason to leave
withouth explanation of any kind

What if he was bad?
and that's the reason to be far
because my mother is protecting me
from the monster of my dad

But what if he was good?
then what's the reason to go?
why is he so distant then?
why is not longer at home?

.......................................


"Hello, my most great gift
my most great conviction
you're more than my son
you're my only addiction

I saw you laugh
when you had not teeths already
when you were for the first time here
in the land of the livings

I couldn't stop my tears of joy
You, my one and only son
Come everybody!
and all creation made a song

Your little hands touched mine
and your eyes stucked on my face
then you started to laugh
i laugh too and took you in my hands

How can i say how much i love you?
there are not words to discribe that
but i'm trying, you deserve it
after all, i'm your Dad

I look distant but i'm here
i'm printed in your heart
with a lifeproof kind of ink
is written: Son of Dad

You have my face
and my capacity to cry
my teeths, my mouth and my ears
and the ability to fly

We both are dreamers
warriors of the road
we don't have a single place
that we could call it "home"

We run into the sunrise
another day, another town
you an explorer, an adventurer
until the sun is going down

Next morning living the life
free from all kind of burdens
that's my gift to you my boy
i love you, never forget it

When you need me
no matter when, no matter how
i'll be there ready for you
i won't let you down

Now i'm on the road
running on my metal horse
the sun is rising at the front
the smell of dreams is in my nose

See you always, my boy, my warrio,
my dreamer, my runner...
And don't forget it boy
your time is comming.


Dad."

...........................................

And sometimes, when the times are weird
and the storm rises
i can hear the noise of engines
the metal horse... is comming back!

The warrior of the road
the king of the bikers
with his leather jacket
his metal horse and his glasses

I call him Dad
the mystery, the legend
for me the normal guy
with a black jacket made of leather

I'll never more be scare of him
we are of the same kind
he's my bearded funny friend
and i'm his loved runner child.





Jonay Martín

                                               


                                              London, 10/10/13