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Wise old man

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 ..