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Prose poem
My Grandfather’s wearing
You always are going to see my grandfather’s particular way of wearing. I can tell you that even if you don't know him you always are going to identify or recognize him. Always wearing his cream boots. Always wearing his blue jeans. Always wearing his plaid shirt. Always wearing his distinctive hat. You always are going to see him dressed like this. Doesn't matter if all of this things are getting old, or devaluated or even outwear. Doesn't matter the season of the year, a special event, a birthday, a funeral, a party, a dinner with the family, etc. Doesn't matter anything; he is going to buy new boots, shirts, jeans, hats all of the same kind, all of the same color. Grandpa loves the crop field, I think he wears like that because that reminds him the field, his animals, his humble but beautiful house on his ranch, his small town, his friends, his crop. When I think of him a lot of things comes to my mind. I remember one occasion when we went to buy him new boots because his are already in a very bad state, I told him –Grandpa, why you didn't buy another kind of boots? I mean another color, another design. He told me that he like so much that ones that he wear them since I was a kid, that they are the good ones for walking around everywhere, for every single kind of floor, he said that he felt very comfortable with them and no one in the world is going to change his mind. I wondered if the owners of the store already know my Grandpa because whenever his boots doesn't fit him anymore or they are not useful we always get to the same store to buy them. And it is the same story with his other clothes. I don't really think that he gives so much importance to what people says about him. He is always happy. He is very recognized also by his hat, the same color, the same kind. He only takes it off when he is at home. I never saw him without his mustache, that mustache that with the time it turns whitish. Whenever I think of him also it comes to my mind things that are not physical things but values. Perseverance, ambition, courage, fortress. When Grandpa comes to my mind I think about all this things. I admire him.
