The Vagabond and the Moon

There was a man who lived in the shadows of a city. He preferred the night that the day. The people, who do not know him, whispered at his back while the man was sleeping.

- ¡Poor vagabond! - The people said - ¡What an ugly and sad life!

The man always had a cat with him, a beautiful white cat.

He had no possessions, except for a small flute that cheered him at night.

When the city slept, everything became peace and tranquility through the streets. Only the man with his cat remained at that moment with his eyes open. That man, sitting at the foot of the moon, sounded his flute filling the avenues with happiness, color and magic.

- ¡How lucky and fortunate I feel sitting here! - comments the musician caressing his beautiful cat.

Playing and playing the flute without realizing the entire night. And when everyone started to wake up he returned with his cat to look for roofs where he could rest.

Again, and again until the day was over, and the night and music had a place again.