Bunicul de Barbu Ștefanescu Delavrancea, Grandfather written by Barbu Ștefanescu Delavrancea

A rain of scents shook the acacia. Grandpa is sitting on the porch. Is thinking. What is he thinking At nothing. He list the falling flowers. He looked at the bottom of the garden. He scratches his head. And list the flowers shaken by the breeze. His white hair locks are like clusters of white flowers; eyebrows, mustache, beard over all, many and heavy years have snowed. Only his grandfather s eyes remained as before: gentle and caressing.