During a clear night of autumn,
At the other end of Europe,
You came to life
So easily, so peacefully
Without a strife
Even making me to worry.
You were already as you are now,
Quiet, secret, colourful,
Like all the stripes of a rainbow.
The very day
of your first birthday,
You started to walk.
When you were two,
You started to talk,
Your dark eyes
Searching in my ocean blue
Clues like united spies,
What is wrong, what can be true,
This innocent curiosity
I find challenging and funny.
When you were three,
You broke your arm.
When you were four,
We moved to another country,
Where you had to learn
To be a little Frenchy.
When you were five,
During a cold winter night,
You were sleeping
When our worst nightmare
Became reality.
When you were seven,
Your newborn sister took you to heaven.
Now, when you have too much of Elle
For a second, you are close from hell.
Now the years are passing by
Like speedy clouds in the sky.
You are growing,
Walking to school with friend,
Without knowing
That, to this race I would like to put an end.
Sometimes I regret
Not to take enough time
To tell you yet
How much I love you
How much I am proud of little you.
Stay as you are
In my night, be a star,
And let me say,
Happy Birthday.

Sitting on the edge of the world,
Dreaming of the clouds sailing away,
Remembering the shining pearl,
Not forgetting a single day
Of the whispered secrets,
That one considers a weakness.
Now my heart is not vacant
But... I am patient.

I can read in your eyes,
What your words would not say.
What I've seen brings me to heights,
My heart and soul so far away.
Needless to blink,
It is too late, I have guessed
Give up your paper, feathers
And ink
I know that, by the angels
You are blessed.

I love to sit next to your beds,
Feel both of you breathe,
Smell your sweatie little heads
And guard the path to your dreams.
I like when your dark eyes dive into
My ocean blue.
I am your rock
Your stone castle on the horizon,
Later, these lines you will mock
At teenage and probably beyond.
One day to you I'll whisper
The story of your sleeping brother.
But in the meantime let me add
Clara and Denis
I'm so proud and happy
To be your Dad.

What if we had met
In Florence, say five centuries ago
Would you have let
Me be your Leonardo ?
You gentle face I would have framed
In the back, a sfumato of Tuscany
You, I would have named
My Mona Lisa, smiling to eternity.