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 smil