El "pequeño" Gran Vendedor - Merchant of Illusion

The" Little" Big Seller - Merchant of Illusion

On a street where the crowd runs in disarray, flowing as frantic human rivers, everything pours so profuse and persistent that haste does not stay asleep.
The noise and confusion make their own melody of shrill cries in a market, street, mundane.
If you get there slow the cadence of your walk to a neutral pace, so that the squall will bring you in the hubbub of its carnival.
That day there were many voices, rather than the usual shouting in unison, also a few barely whispered.
There were so many as the multitude of advertisement, flyers, magazines, posters and cards revolve around you as multicolored butterflies in orbits, announcing the bounty of their merchandise, mixed and confused with the whirl of the multitude of travelers.
From the bottom of that human net, a desperate shout came to me like a distinct cry, unique, clear as a new bell, I discovered in the midst of the burning sun at noon, his eyes shining with excitement and brightness, his voice was as genuine as the fire when burning wood, his ad had a fervent enthusiasm as a cry for freedom, and although nothing was selling and his bag was empty, he did not diminish his voice ever.
All morning had been unable to convince anyone with the insistent cry of innocent madness, as the delirium of his obsession to sell.
So it was that I meet this authentic good seller on Main Street Flushing New York.
He knows the faces of each one of the people, their children and pets, all are his family, loves them all and they are a miracle of survival, he prays that everything turns out all right on the street, so they can be there, as always, part of the environment.
Sell, sell his dream, his love, his life, his dreams, everything can be sold.

I want to put a market between many merchants; to sell to the people the light of new dawns.
Buy seeds of pure love, to plant in soil barren of beings who have never loved.
-Non GMO-
Buy two for twenty light of the past, look at yourself in the mirror of the present.
- Very good, does not lie-
I only have one comb, caress like the finest silk, your hair, your shoulders and your back.
- Totally handmade-
Secondhand source supplier for sale; heart blossoms of idyllic love will sprout tinged with color and illusion.
- Special Promotion-
Buy the peace of a sleeping baby, and the evening in his mother's the lap.
-Incomparable-
Who wants to buy a rustic cauldron; to burn in it, hatred, bitterness and sorrows
-Only a few left -
Who wants take to home the clear stream of dreams, and a cup to drink them
-Lifetime Warranty-
Buy the lantern that illuminates the past, to recover joys and lost time.
-Rechargeable battery-
Buy a fine balm that contains drops of honey, to moisturize the lips that never have kissed
- Free Trial -
Buy the magical flare that light up high in the sky, to take a glimpse of the future and a foreshadowing the death.
-No returns accepted-
Buy the light of yesterday, today and tomorrow
-Assembly required-
I'll sell you a hand with fingers that caress gently, to write poems in the heart while you doze
- Do not lose sleep-
Sell romantic poems book of pure love: they exhale fine essence of roses
When you recite them.
- Just one for buyer-
Manna from heaven made with seeds of rice, brought directly from the fertile fields, where innocence and happiness flourishes beside with the suffering and misfortune.
You can also drink from them their pain and melancholy.
-Exclusive importer-
So when the time comes to step on the threshold of night and the street is empty, the good seller picks up his gossip, and recognizes his fate, walking alone on the path that leads to his attic and lonely in his room to officiate the death of his day, he has no more than the echo of his cry, shouting in the hollow of his silence.

Buy the tree of life; it's a perennial plant that bears fruit only one day: the day of your death
- Harvest guaranteed-

Ah good salesman, of this latter one only one left, which he kept stored there in his room, and that same night on the day of this story was told, returning home from work he was surprised when he found the plant in full bloom, an illuminating light filling the tiny room, and that wear salesman full of fatigue fell asleep so deep, dreaming to wake up early to going to pick up the fruits at the dawn of a his new day.

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• Kitaro' Flushing NY
• China Town

[AmbarStone1]

Pocas veces, en breves y sustanciales palabras se puede trasmitir tanto.

Pasando por el tamiz de tu propia sensibilidad, para hacernos reflexionar acerca de la esencia de la vida.

Es un hermoso cuento-poesía y admiro tu talento.

Gracias por compartirlo.

[gerastito]

@AmbarStone1 Muchas gracias Ambar, es realmente un placer recibir tu sincero comentario

[Watchyou2008]

You never know How much I love this video and the poem you've done,it's remind me about many people where we came from, what was life we ever have and still with it,nothing else can hold deep but this poem with the emotions is my big treasure in my heart & going on forever.Very Beautiful Creative,Gerardo.thanks.

[anselmonadir]

Very beautiful music ... and fine video !

[yilingseele]

Very maningful , spiritual , beautiful words and video

The music is very beautiful...

Yiling

[Orkide8]

IT IS INDEED A VERY BEAUTIFUL VIDEO WITH KITAROS CALMING MUSIC FOR BODY AND SOUL.

[Watchyou2008]

Beautiful in itself way and the poem was really great !