A beautiful disaster within a red rose
Across the forty eight colors of the rainbow or A simple bet
Unuttered dawns gone by
In exiles of reason and order
The only color through,
A breath of the incomprehensible
& the sound of soul cries
Returning in rhythms more
& more faint
As if never
Exhaled
Have I told the story?
Does it matter anymore?
Risen in the land of light
The love affair between Fate
& Will
Inscribed me with all its beauty
& all its disaster
The final glimpse,
One last recollection of belonging
Chariclo wailing;
Your son will see what men cannot
But will not see what men can.
The prophecy clear
Oh, the rest is well documented
& the slavery will go on forever
But, you see, it is this Gypsy child
Chasing after a ball through the slum
That disturbs the universe
No dogma will shut it up
No number will shoot it down
In its palm folded tight
The vision
A red rose
A beautiful girl
Love and its disaster
The forty eighth color of the rainbow
Is bringing us victory
The truth is he would never find
his way back
To the cave, my beloved philosopher!
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