I met this wise old man
who plays melodies in the clouds.
He sometimes looks chinese
with a hint of greek shepherd
old porcelan Buddha patina .
he doesn\'t make rain or shine
distractedly reading his newspaper.
Wise old men know their place
they like Mozart and Pavarotti
enjoying a cappuccino in Vienna
and long strands of white sand .
These gentlemen, speaking
swiss from the mountains
flemish of the shorelines
and french in \'\'un sonnet pour Helene \'\'...
I met a old wise man
who has no dog to accompany him
he only loves the free cat people
roaming the rooftops .
I met this old sage
who always has his morning coffee
at the same table .
He casts an amusing glance
to the pretty absent girls
tasting a croissant mood
and delegating with elegant manners
to their cup of tea,the power
to decide of who not to look at ...
I came across this old thinker
from one ocean port to the other
passager on a vintage transatlantic
philosophizing with Hemingway
on the queen Mary or normandy deck
who knows ? Lost memory...
And closing the great book of centuries.
Wise old man, out of a children\'s book
or isn\'t it just my reflection
in the distorted mirror of reality ..