That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
Papa was an accordion!
But his bellows were all empty.
Nothing went in and nothing came out.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

Some fathers and sons don't get along that well when they're younger because they can't find a way to reach each other, ... A father loves you dearly but you don't see it and so you're always trying to please your father, but your father doesn't let you know how he feels, which is, you don't have to please him because he already loves you.

Rich men's sons are seldom rich men's fathers