Old Story
After crossing many ways A man arrived at a clear and long road Full of calmness and light The man walked the road Listening to the birds and receiving the strong sunlight With his chest full of songs and the mouth full with smiles. The man walked days and days the long road Which was lost in an uniform planeness. He walked days and days… The few birds flew away Only the sun stayed The strong sun that burnt his pale face. After long time he remembered to look for a source But the sun had dried all the sources. He observed the horizon And saw that the road went beyond, much beyond all the things. He observed the sky And did not see any cloud. And the man remembered other paths. They were hard, but the water sang in all the sources They were steep, but the flowers embalmed the pure air The feet bleed on rough soil, but the friendly tree guarded his sleep. There was storm and there was plenty There was shade and there was light. The man looked at the clear and desert road for a mom