Reminiscences
Where has that magician gone who enriched my box of dreams?
The one that became like me when my tiny being hid within his arms.
That magnificent architect of my daydreams that never spoke to me of freedom
but knew how to respect every single atom of my childhood.
Where shalt be that child dressed up with wrinkles
and grey hair that when night came lighten up the beacons in his eyes
and touched the strings of my soul until making me dance between my own
hesitations.
That old smiling man that did not mind my dirty hands or my running nose
and whose frail caresses where by far my best gifts.
Where might the old witty man be gone that when they came to bury him,
remained silent for ever and from this silence made the most pure and eternal
melody.
Could he not be in a corner of my soul awaiting for that day when I straightened
the steps inside of me?
or, is it that God took him because he also needed him?
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The Twins
And those elder men shook friendly their hands
And look at each other so sharp and so long
With the supreme knowledge of being two brothers
From this magic world that goes on and on.
"My name is the science - so said the first one-
And my sense and thoughts search always the truth
And although I keep solving problems of all kind
There are many others which come though and through.
"The art, so they call me said as well the other
I create and recreate the beauty of the heart
And although I am doing my best for this beauty
There are many problems which come right behind".
Both looked at each other so sweet and so tender
Exchanging the gifts of that living love
And hugging each other as two divine members
They follow the path which goes on and on.
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