Testo The Book

The little boy sat lost in thoughts Fishing in a puddle of oil Smiling at the silverbirds His legs fused with the soil In seven years he didn`t move Didn`t waste a thought to leave Never spoke a word to anyone Never gave try to flee His mother`s laying next to him Decayed for just a year She died waiting for some fish to eat He didn`t waste a tear Page by page and word by word Love and hatred, gold and dirt A senseless try to save your life When you are too tired to stay alive He knows the name of every bird That crossed his lifeline jet And speaks to them without a word But they have never spoken back In a small black case beneath his side He has an old and precious book It`s buried in the burning sand Not to be read even if he could A book `bout thoughts and how to talk to birds About the way to be solved from the soil And includes some practical words about Fishing in a puddle of oil