Once upon a time

A coloured bird, with all the colours of the World, 

Forgot how to fly.

How to sing, how to dance...

Starting to die.

The secret of his dying...

was oblivion of dreams... 

lost stones and castles,

lost leaves and fairytales,

The forgetfulness of his Soul, 

Was like the drop of gentle tears

In an dry and empty lake of fears.

But the kindness of that drop

Though naked and defeated... 

Made Magic in the sky.

Once upon a time... 

There was a rainbow Child,

With all the colours of a smile,

who remained simple, fair and kind.

And once...  just once...

God wispered with a soft Touch of Violet Dust,

And he heard.

And was reborn 

from a small reflection of the moon

from a painted Golden sky.

Once upon a time... There was just no need to fly.