A MAN WITH A DOOR

A man walks with a door along the city street; he is looking for its house. He has dreamt of his woman, children and friends coming in through the door. Now he sees a whole world passing through this door of his never-built house: men, vehicles, trees, beasts, birds, everything. And the door, its dream rising above the earth, longs to be the golden door of heaven, imagines clouds, rainbows, demons, fairies and saints passing through it. But it is the owner of hell who awaits the door. Now it just yearns to be a tree, full of foliage swaying in the breeze, just to provide some shade to its homeless hauler. A man walks with a door along the city street; a star walks with him.