Ha, this old man...
His style was unique!
His eyes radiated hope, somehow.
I still think he kept himself in great shape,
who would not be in shape after long daily walks?
Don Chelino!
Who was this man?
Who did he love?
Did he have anyone who cared for him?
Was he mocked?
Did people spit on him?
Don Chelino!
I saw him searching for treasures in the trash.
I saw this old man camouflaged...
...Today I thought much about low and love.
This old man really got to know lows that I have...
I cannot imagine his lows.
Who cares about people who make a life out of trash?
Don Chelino!
He had a life.
I saw him.
Perhaps I should have become his friend.
I hope to be his friend...
