Once upon a time, a long time ago,
there appeared a small boy who rarely spoke,
his name was indiscernible, his voice
entered the ear as soft as goose feathers,
really, no one knew how to say his name,
women and men alike wondered, "Who dat?"
if just by asking a question, answers
swam in their skulls like microscopic fish,
entering the synapses of the brain,
the boy who was sweet and quiet and shy,
had much experience in his childhood,
although he lacked knowledge to understand,
no one who saw him did not think him dumb,
because he was distant, he appeared cold,
even other children did not approach
in their normal, helter skelter manner,
no one felt the warmth deep inside his heart,
given he came from a foreign country,
other children watched him from a distance,
really, they took little notice at all,
because boys were supposed to act boldly,
even the small boy acted like others,
yet, he appeared wild and crazy and strange,
only on the soccer pitch was he brave,
no one but a few became lifelong friends,
despite his odd character, he transformed,
exactly as a caterpillar grows
silently in a silk cocoon, transformed
secretly into a blue butterfly,
elegant after metamorphosis,
no one saw him as the strange, little boy
creating mischief in his confusion,
erratic behavior declined with age.
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