I like fairy tales A great
An old man and a child to preserve and hand went together
meeting in the evening, the red dust rose
away and the sun shone light is not true ...
's immense plain
seemed to get as far as the eye could see a man and all
d' there was no one around:
only the grim outline of the towers of smoke ...
The two walked on the day he fell,
the old man spoke up and cried:
with the 'soul away, his eyes wet, followed
the memory of past myths ...
Old subiscon insults the years,
can not distinguish the true from the dreams, the old
not know in their thoughts, dreams
distinguish the false from the true ...
And the old man said, looking away:
"Imagine it covered with wheat,
imagine the fruits and flowers
imagine and think about the voices and think of the color
and in this plain, so far is lost,
growing trees and everything was green,
falling rain, marked the only
the rhythm of 'man and the seasons ... "
The boy stood, his eyes were sad, and his eyes stared
things never seen
and then told the old man with a dreamy voice:
"I love all the fairy tales, raccontane other!"
("The Old Man and the Child", F. Guccini)
to my grandfather and child living in me