A Change

The man is sitting on the beach of the vast ocean

His black, wavy hair dancing with the wind whereever this wind took it

He listens to the sounds of people passing from behind him

He sits bounding his knees with his arms

(He remebers that he used to be an active man)

(--and remembers how handsome he used to be)

He flys upon the wings of his imagination far away …far away …with

the wind

He thinks

He sways unconsciously

His imagination flies in a sky covered with a layer diamonds

The sunlight twinkles inside those diamonds

It lightens up the Earth

With the colors of the rainbow

His imagination flies on the surface of the ocean so quickly

Trimming the ocean

It never stops

His imagination never stops

He dives, with his imagination

(He remembers the past,

Forgets reality,

Muses about the future,

Forgetting his past too)

Who can stop this tendency?

Who can stop this

Vacillation? �"the known and the unknown

His imagination takes off

It takes off, rising to that diamond layer in the sky

It makes way for them to pass through it

They reach wherever space ends

The man repeats with a low airy voice:

“Not yet…Not yet…Not yet…Not yet...”

He realizes that the wind was showing part of his stomach, he covers it

He doesn’t know why�"

He wonders to himself: Do I fear having women fall in love with me, or what?

He smiles until his molars appear

He did not expect to make himself laugh one day…

While still repeating the same statement:

-Not yet…Not yet…

An old man realizes what this young man was doing

He looks at the guy wondrously

The old man approaches him

And sits beside him

And after moments

He asks the young man:

“Excuse me, my son. I realized that your sitting alone. But you did not talk to me because you seem to be busy with something. Pardon me, but�"What are you waiting for?”

The guy answers him:

“I don’t know.”

The old man looks down into the ground biting his bottom lip, then says:

“Think about it for a while.”

And he walks far away. Whilst the guy sits in his place thinking about what that old man told him.

He thinks, and thinks, then goes:

“What then?...What then?...What then?...What then?”