An old man and a child took each other by the hand
And together they went towards the evening
The red dust was rising in the distance
And the sun was shining with an unreal light

The immense plain seemed to reach
As far as a man's eye could see
And all around there was no one
Only the gloomy outline of smoke towers

The two were walking, the day was falling
The old man was talking and quietly crying
With an absent soul, with wet eyes
He followed the memory of past myths

The old suffer the insults of the years
They can't distinguish the real from the dreams
The old don't know, in their thoughts
To distinguish in dreams the false from the true

And the old man said, looking far away
Imagine this covered with wheat
Imagine the fruits and imagine the flowers
And think of the voices and think of the colors

And in this plain, as far as it gets lost
The trees were growing and everything was green
The rain was falling, the suns were marking
The rhythm of man and the seasons

The child stopped, his gaze was sad
And his eyes were looking at things never seen
And then he said to the old man with a dreamy voice
I like fairy tales, tell me more

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