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In the heart of a distant time, between the folds of the clear sky,
a man walked, curious as the wind, with his mind in constant movement.
With brush and chisel he shaped the world, he searched for the infinite in every second,
in his hands, life took shape, a hidden alphabet, a sweet norm.
Among the shadows of ancient towers, on white parchments he wrote traces, a dream of colors that the heart embraces, while his spirit wandered among the stars.
A scholar of flight, of running water, he found beauty in a thousand homes,
in a flying machine and in a bridge that slides aver the river like a dream of the sea.
Under the starrysky, he looked up,
with his mind that danced between the sky and the stage,
inventing worlds that did not yet exist,
while his hands wrote extraordinaryand rare things.
A mind of fire and a heart of ice,
he searched in numbers for the secret of the step.
The human body became his playground,
every fiber, every bone, every heartbeat of fire.
Every wrinkle of the face told a story,
every gesture, a fragment of memory.
He designed the flight, the time machine,
in his mind, the future already had a time.
In the darkness of the centuries, his name does not resonate,
but the wor ld, of him, still carries the echo,
his inventions never stopped, never tamed,
are the lymph that makes us enlightened.
Across the black skies of the night that paint themselves,
the birds fly, free and r oar ing, like his hands.
Every invention, a bridge between the ages,
a dream of fire, of hope, and of uncomfortable revolutions,
he createci, like an alchemist who mixes gold and sand,
with the water of his thought, he challenged every sand.
In every corner of his heart, a spark,
his light illuminateci the path of those who walk.
He did not want glory, nor gold to give,
but a secret to reveal,
a mystery that time will never forget,
because in his mind there is no end to trace.
Without a name, without a face, but with an infinite heart,
he changed the world and left an imprinted, subtle and clean mark. In the silence of history, his spirit continues to fly,
like art that shapes truth in the heart of the sea.
