My favourite poem when I was 5, adapted into my favourite song when I was 5.
I'm still very partial to it.
Philosopher's Stone
(by António Gedeão)
They don't know that dreams,
Are a constant of life
As concrete and well-defined,
As any other thing
Like this grey rock,
Upon which I sit and rest,
Like this gentle stream in gentle startles,
Like these tall pines,
That in green and gold stir,
Like these birds that cry,
In drunkenness of blue.
They don't know that dreams
Are wine, are foam, are yeast,
Are a lively and thirsty creature,
With a pointed muzzle,
That delves through everything
In perpetual motion.
They don't know that dreams
Are canvas, are colour, are brush,
Base, colonnade, or chapiter,
Ogive arch, stained glass,
Cathedral's spire,
Counterpoint, symphony,
Greek mask, magic,
That is an alchemist's Retort,
Map of the distant world,
Compass rose, Infante (prince),
Caravel from the 1500s,
That is Cape of Good Hope,
Gold, cinnamon, ivory,
Swordsman's foil,
Coulisse, dance step,
Columbine and Harlequin,
Flying Passarola(ship),
Lighting rod, locomotive,
A boat's festive prow,
Blast furnace, generator,
Atomic scission, radar,
Ultrasound, television,
Landing of a rocket ship
On the surface of the moon.
They don't know, nor do they dream,
That dreams command life,
And that every time mankind dreams
The world bounces and moves forward,
Like a colourful ball
Between the hands of a child.
Tell me that this isn't an odd favourite for a preschooler.
I'm still very partial to it.
Philosopher's Stone
(by António Gedeão)
They don't know that dreams,
Are a constant of life
As concrete and well-defined,
As any other thing
Like this grey rock,
Upon which I sit and rest,
Like this gentle stream in gentle startles,
Like these tall pines,
That in green and gold stir,
Like these birds that cry,
In drunkenness of blue.
They don't know that dreams
Are wine, are foam, are yeast,
Are a lively and thirsty creature,
With a pointed muzzle,
That delves through everything
In perpetual motion.
They don't know that dreams
Are canvas, are colour, are brush,
Base, colonnade, or chapiter,
Ogive arch, stained glass,
Cathedral's spire,
Counterpoint, symphony,
Greek mask, magic,
That is an alchemist's Retort,
Map of the distant world,
Compass rose, Infante (prince),
Caravel from the 1500s,
That is Cape of Good Hope,
Gold, cinnamon, ivory,
Swordsman's foil,
Coulisse, dance step,
Columbine and Harlequin,
Flying Passarola(ship),
Lighting rod, locomotive,
A boat's festive prow,
Blast furnace, generator,
Atomic scission, radar,
Ultrasound, television,
Landing of a rocket ship
On the surface of the moon.
They don't know, nor do they dream,
That dreams command life,
And that every time mankind dreams
The world bounces and moves forward,
Like a colourful ball
Between the hands of a child.
Tell me that this isn't an odd favourite for a preschooler.