The lawyer has a son who is a lawyer

and he has said that his grandchildren

will certainly become lawyers.

And perhaps even his grandchildren’s children

will be lawyers.

His father, on the other hand, was a farmer

and lived in a country house.

And whenever strangers came,

he would make his family hide among the holm oaks.

Out of shyness, fear, or who knows why.

And there they would stay until the strangers

had gone away.

Perhaps there was a danger

that they might be someone

who had come from the city, driven by nostalgia

for ham and red wine,

especially on Sunday afternoons.

And so, off they went, hiding among the trees!

That is why the lawyer

sometimes wears dark glasses

even when the sun isn’t shining;

he is afraid that someone

might still catch a glimpse in his eyes

of the frightened look of a child hiding

among the trunks of the trees.