Arthur’s flight

For my son, Arthur, who was 13 years old when he traveled by airplane for the first time by himself.
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On your back, you carry your backpack,

In the chest, a brave heart.
  Eagerly, Navegantes waited you.
  Flight 1082 will never again be the same.
In your backpack, there was youth kit:
Soccer ball, toothbrush and courage.
  That plane defied gravity,
  And you trusted your youth.
You both went and destroyed the obstacles.
The clouds moved out of the way,
Respecting yours progress and achievements.

This is youth.

Put it into your backpack,

But I hope it is not a burden,

But it should be light,

  As light as a plane,

  That smoothly slides its fuselage,

  Respectful it goes ahead through the air.

Live your youth with responsibility,

Like a heavy 'hard wing',

Which lives among the birds,

In a weird environment. 

And in your old age,
I hope your landing is,
Like the fall of a feather.
  And when you look up,
  Or backwards,
  You can say:
   'Thank you, Commander,
   What a wonderful flight!'

                                             July 2011