Somewhere on this globe
there is a small fishermans village
the locals call it the village of no hope

There the weather is always mild and sweet
and a lot of roses bloom,red yellow even purple and pink!
Oh,what a sad name for such a loving place
you can smell the sweet aroma in the air,roses full of grace!

In no hope it is said that a man used to live
he was said to be a middle aged fisherman,the villagers believed
He came one night on a small boat
no one knew from where,he used to wear a funny old cloak

Along his side,his lone companion a small dog
so small indeed that you could not see it in the fog
A little black creature following him everywhere
The man used to said that this was the second creature in this planet
that could show him what is beauty and what is fair...

The man's eyes were full of kindness
and the girls loved to talk to him
because he spoke in rhymes
most of the time...

He lived nowhere,he had no home
His home was the pavement,but always offered a bone
"to the second creature in this planet
that could show him what is beauty and what is fair"

He never made any friends,never mentioned any
The women in the village guesses he must have had lovers plenty and many
because he was so poetic and romantic
women must,for him,been frantic...

One cold night he felt so alone
sadness prevailed in his eyes
but he did not moan...

He found comfort at the village's only borthel
just for one night
where he found a welcoming woman
you know,just for one night

She was the only woman in the village
to lay her eyes on his bare body
and whats she saw was an image
that send shivers down her body...

While lovemaking she noticed a tatoo
of a black rose bud on his upper arm
and she asked about it...
Was it taboo?

The man broke in awful tears,
nothing could comfort him
not even that bottle of rum
she offered him on a whim....

The black rose bud,he explained
was handcrafted by the only woman he trully loved
a prostitute in a far away country
who he had to leave behind,because she was pure and not tainted...

The man,paid the woman,thanked for the rum
and rushed outside ,his footsteps sounded like the sound of a drum


For a month,the man was nowhere to be seen
His little dog fixed at the Dock
howling and barking everynight
"where has the man been?"

Then a quite sunny day a fisherman brought grave news
a body was washed ashore but was decomposed
and recognizing it was of no use...

The only mark on the corpse's body was a black rose
not a bud,but in full bloom
whith black grave petals
whom did it belong to? Whom?

From that night of that day,the little dog disappeared too
and the village's drunkard for a cup of rum became the pigeon stool...

"I have seen the man,he said, the last night before he left"
"He went at the Dock,all drunk,smelling rum"
"He had his little dog with him,i thought he was going for a theft..."

The drunkard saw the man in his final night...
As The Man approached the dock a ferocious wind started to blow
and for a moment,the drunkard could swear,that he heard the man crying
straight from his heart

In a blink of the eye,the wind turned into a rosepetal storm...
Roses everywhere!Rosepetals whirling,blinding the drunkard....
But the sea was calm and the moon was mirrored in it.

The drunkard heard the wind wisper something,
and the Man wispered back,
something about a woman,a rose bud
and the memorable times they had...
Something about an oath,keeping a black rose from reaching bloom..
"When our chains of captivity are broken and hearts are set free" she said "Only then the bud will bloom!"

After that the man was nowhere to be seen
lots of explanations were given but on none of them i am too keen...
The drunkard was asked what did the man do at athe dock
and taking a sip of rum he responded in a voice full of mock

"Like a True poet he was,he saw the moon mirrored in the sea
so he tried to drink it,approaching the water so he could trully see!"
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My dear readers ,i do not know if this story is true....
I could be wrong,wrong could be you
But i can tell you my experience,and what i have seen
in a village called "No Hope",a village im not keen...

One night i closed the only red light dor behind me,
and i stepepd outside to the brisky night
the wind blew,ferocious with great might...
And rosepetals were being blown all around me

The villagers told me that every 31st of october,
the day the Man dissapeared
the wind blows violent to make them remember
so rosepetals remind them that love is not to be feared...