The little wizard

Gianni Fedele Mazza / 2014 / Playa Azul / Mixta sobre tela / 30,5 x 32,5 cms./

The Wizard


The miracle will occur
will heal the wound inflicted
in that rainy bow
among unarmed people
They were gray ... .
the poet, the little wizard
white dress
hairline with a blue chest.
Crying.


The perfumed hand of His Mother
She showed him flying fish
said the shooting stars;
a life filled with their fragrance.


It was the little magician
who consoled his soul
the service of their hands
drying torrents
sweet tears.


Would walk for days
collecting coins
oracles of eternity:
worn, aged,
trampled, striped,
would keep in chests
fragrant wood
just to be back
true to your service
and accompany you in the hours
sadness, loneliness, joy.


Mother hear anything?
I'm looking for you on the other side
my lady, I see you, I feel
I talked to the Most High
I have asked you back
Lord return it.


You're a rose, a star
a happy child again
eight roses I left about you
the spring off
here I have my objects:
wands, spheres,
He took them off the streets
to keep you safe
now on the table.


I'm with Your beloved son
lady of the stars
I take your time on my wrist.


Sweet companion
hear the prayers
Your warrior of light
the angels accompany you
Give your blessing the little wizard
from immortality,
maybe tomorrow when I wake up
I feel your lips on my forehead.