I see again the green glass earings
and the blue eyes of the man who had looked
just like my father used to look like when he was alive
but this man had a daughter selling earings in the market in Verona
and this woman was a daughter with a father who had only taught her not to die.
We all look like someone, we all resemble something
and those earings were designed so when the light hits the glass
you can see a small moon smile.