The third Sunday of June wakes up premiering its minutes to give a more beautiful color to the daily hug... the one that often springs from the dimension of the soul and the longing for distances and circumstances. You are not always here, Dad, but your imprint lightens the way, and your hands help me avoid stones and climb mountains.
It is the strength of affection and that rude tenderness that no one replaces, despite conventions and disagreements. Your chest and your shoulders, the advice, the shared games, the "trips" to school, to the grandparents' house, to the park…; complicity and even scolding that make our history unique, unrepeatable, enduring.
It is not June for a moment, nor perhaps a date... It does not matter that they see you as evil or carefree, that they judge or curse you. We both come, united forever. It is the anointing of genes, love, and life, the force of all creation. Today, I want to say it, present or absent. Today, I need your fatherhood not to be a postcard, a different lunch, or a bottle of liquor.
I want you to feel, no matter if the words are repeated or the grammar is desecrated, the reconciliation of the kiss, the legitimacy of the hug, the true meaning of the word Father, the pact in silences and noises, the alliance between disagreements and distances. It is your homage day. The day of validating undefeated passions, the family wall, the reconciliation of affections, the guarded squeeze.
These are times, Daddy, to call love with love, multiply good values, go hand in hand along virtuous paths, return to beautiful roots, laugh, and dance. So let's go back to the beautiful years, to those of the kites and the balls, of knocking down coconuts and laughing..., to rocking in hammocks..., everything that radiates joy and gives you happiness is worth it.
It is your Sunday, and here we are, with the iris in your eyes to wish you the best of each day because it is not a Sunday, it is you... The post, the guide, the sweet grumpy, the irreplaceable...; the one with the shoulders ready..., my father.
Congratulations, congratulations..., lots of happiness... Let's go forever, let's go, Dad!!
