inThe Old Cinese Man (Toughts Painted in colours of dream)


In the edge of a village,on a greenish rice field,
lives a lonely old Chinese pretending to sell dreams.
A poor ascetic man, a misanthrope convinced,
he still strongly belives in his fantastic mind.
He thinks can fly away, while he remains on place
and also he belives that he has many faces
he's convinced that can live after his body dies
and could be old or younger, both shape in the same time
he also thinks that winters can become sunny springs
and that a heavy rain can be a lovely thing.
But mostly,the old man dreams like a fool in love
because, he hopes be loved by a beautiful dove
and he told everyone that he became more smart
when a colorful flower has blossomed in his heart
and dear friends belive me,he said the world is blind
and often he makes rainbows,just moving fom his hands
he can see all the beauty hiding the mind in heart
and became playful gleam,he has a little schardt:
to bring again the world in her forgotten streams
and souls forever shine as his fantastic dreams.