JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW

      Anyone watching the rainbow would wonder where the colorful path of light may lead, delicately arching over the sea like a tender memory of the barely gone away rainfall… What might be at its end?… Perhaps nobody has ever left towards there… or perhaps nobody has come back from there, because the other edge of this light belt is in the land where the dearest and most secret dreams come true, therefore any of the gone ones would have found the love or the oblivion…
       I will leave as well, in a wet afternoon, after the rain, to cross the horizons from a sea to the other, walking with shadow-like steps on the immaterial silk… and I will reach the shore of the other sea in which the remote end of this light bridge is bathing, to look for the promised land where the secret love dream is to come true… and maybe I will be the only one to come back after only seeing it without being able to touch it, poor and won, my soles hurt by the horizon and my hands empty of dreams…
        ... but richer with so many tears that I will be able to adorn with dew all mornings of the earth.

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