An old man and a child was taken by hand
went together and meet in the evening.
The red dust rose far
and everything was bright light is not true.
The vast plains seemed to get
far as the eye could see a man,
and all around there was nobody in
only gloomy outline of the towers of smoke.
the two paths, the day was
the old man spoke up and crying.
With his soul away, his eyes wet
followed the memory of past myths.
Old subiscon the insults of years
not know how to distinguish truth from dreams,
old does not know in their thinking
distinguish the false from true in dreams .
And the old man said, looking away,''Imagine this covered with wheat,
imagine the fruits, flowers imagine
and think about the voices and think about the colors. "
And this plain as far as you lose
grew the trees and everything was green,
falling rain, marked the only
The pace of man and the seasons.
The boy stood, his eyes were sad,
eyes and looked at things never seen before,
and then told the old man with a dreamy voice
''I love all the fairy tales, raccontane other "
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