Maybe the streets in here
are just fallen dreams to own
in this unperfect situation
where wishes don't run.
If the classic dramma
begins to starve
maybe the youngest children
would start to shout.
There will be no place on Earth
to take care of hopes,
to take care of us.
This is a strange world
where life doesn't inspire love
and love doesn't mean "God".
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