You, blinded and dazzled anyone with the temper of your eyes,
glimmering like the sea, that she introduced you to
You, supported, between effort and microscopes, a family
that learned to fight with your restless affection
You, constructing the in-constructible, fixing each broken smile
with a roll of endless tape and inexhaustible hope
You, grew up in a Castilla of labor, then filled our Galicia with your humor and humility,
rowing in the shore, towards the sand of our dreams
You, celebrated each triumph between songs and tight embraces
that we will continue to hum and sense in each leisurely wander
You, created a world for each child, son, granddaughter, friend or neighbor,
filled with magic, costumes and the unmistakable laugh of childhood
You, inspired your Montsiña into your love, between sayings and caresses,
like the faithful patriarch of her will and your vigor
You, grandpa,
will always be the words of my stories
and the blue of my eyes.
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