Colorful /World on the First Day/

Pctures of a huge old building, gowing in outline,
a jesuit school perhaps...
Dfferent faces of the same old building, my school!
In gray, in green and blue.
Best years of innocent youth, with drawings on the wall,
advertising fantasy and myth.
Secondary courtyard with horse-chestnut trees and cinder,
play the wags around the field.
Domed basement and perspiration, cellar door with heavy lock,
joint gap, bricks and plasterwork.
Hallway, stairs and corridors, teaching staff and mirror doors,
traditional diffusion.
Everything is altering, distant, in the wave of languid shadows,
strange, like world on the first day.

Picture of a small kid, growing in outline, humbly,
a prospective wanderer perhaps...
Raised between metes and bounds, with writings on the wall
spreading wisdom and faith.
Narrowed by vicious circles and the ignorance of ideologies,
fascinated by illusion.
Sometimes beyond expectation, praiseworthy, sometimes suppressed,
a liar and a thief,
roaming through silent woods and hills, looking for a tree, leafages of fugitive passion,
in the garden of forking paths.
Velvet clouds and heavy drapes, fall apart, revealing passages,
candid smiles and cigarettes.
Driven by harmless sentiment, searching for the truthful path,
obscured, like world on the first day.

Picture of an old man, shrinking in the future,
with the same silent conscience...
Who overcame greed and vanity, and venerates his enemies,
at a saunter, prepared for ultimate judgment.
Turning over wizened pages of forgotten tales, amenites of life, compiled,
in the garden of narrow paths.
Grateful for his time, with all the road behind, breathing space,
and the morals of life.
Estranged in this human(?) world, weird habits and past perfect,
it all happened in a flash.
He has my name, my words and memories!
In behind the sordid world,
and endless forms of strangeness, in gray, in green and blue,
colorful, like world on the first day.

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