You taught me
how to run
with the first book,
you gave me+.
I always ran.
In elementary school
to do my homework
and carry the flag^.
In high school
with the T-square
and molten metal.
In the uni with wings and
hopes of aluminium rivets.
In my PhD
in London with
PC simulations
and a foreign language.
In my career
betting everything
on the red.
Finally, when I have the
time to give you.
Tickets in my wallet
to your beloved Europe.
Wrinkles in my smile and
ears without  answers.
Then your memories
run away from you.
You, mother,
run from them.
And my tears
from your abandonment.

+The Little Prince,  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
^The Argentinian flag.

Many thanks Julian Mindel for the corrections and suggestions.

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