Little one

Let me tell you, my friend,
This story, without end.
It began, not a long time ago,
somewhere in a couple of years.

There was a boy, who’ll love to read,
to sing and to seed,
and to think about what has passed.

The stories about machines that could fly and ride on their own
were the things he didn’t desire.
But what he did want to feel
is the touch of a young living leaf.

He was strange, that little boy,
nobody could understand him.
Why would he long for music,
when weird formulae couldn’t be cracked?

‘Cause you see, my child,
the one that I love
more than the idea of flying.

This boy was so curious,
he was dreaming about eating an apple.

How pecurious, my uncle,
why was that boy the way he was?
Why would he need singing,
if we can just transfer our thoughts?

Well, my child,
my beloved thing,
we don’t really know for sure.
But the rumors were whispering
something went wrong
the day they made him.

Now he longs for ancient books,
difficult to find,
because next year
they all will be burnt.
And don’t forget my child,
he’ll only be here
in a couple of months
or years.

Dear uncle, dear uncle,
so wise and strong
show me more of your wisdom.
Have you known that boy?
Will he look up at you,
just like I do?

Little one,
I may be wise
but they don’t tell me
everything I want to know.
I think I might have known him
a long time ago,
but he won’t care to see me.

You see, I tried to warn him,
to change his ideas,
so he might fit in one day.
You know well
that little ones got the privilege
to wonder,
but big ones will be killed.

He didn’t care about my warnings,
he did as he seemed fit.
I couldn’t change his mind,
I couldn’t change him all,
so I changed his fate you see.

He hated me so,
for not being killed:
he’s now forced to live
in world that doesn’t exist,
that won’t acknowledge
his existence.

Now he has to live,
with his longings for a world
he will never be a part of.

But I love him dearly,
I love him so much,
because errors were made,
it wasn’t his fault,
he was doomed to turn out like this.

Poor boy, sweet boy,
trapped in an inexistent world.
But uncle, my love,
my dearest one,
could you tell me more
about his dreams?

Well, my child, my lovely one,
he tries to return
to the myths.
To a time he wasn’t part off,
a time that wouldn’t accept him,
a time cruel and without ethics.
But the worst thing of all,
what I haven’t told,
but is gruesome my dear,
I don’t know how to say…

…

Well, in that time,
they didn’t act through logic.

Gasp

I know my sweetest,
I know it’s horrific,
but they didn’t know
any better.
Just be grateful my child,
my dearest, my love,
you were born in this world
with us.

Yes, there were engines that could fly
and others that could cross the Big Liquids.
There were wonders in that world,
but sadly, the truth,
they were
all
just
slaves.