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"Alone in the shadow
Shielded from the number.
In the light of the Art
he throws a small glance
In a night of stars
he weaved a painting
embroidered with glow-worms
by the fairies of the time.
He plays the indifference
plunged into the silence
in front of those who want to believe
that they have all the knowledge.
But he cannot keep the silence
when the world goes back to front.
He writes what he thinks
sometimes arrogantly.
He juggles with the words
for expressing his thoughts.
Neither angel nor devil
He has neither wrong nor reason
he just tries to understand
and he wants to take
the various elements
of all these winds
which blow in the life
and to translate them into poetry.
He dives into the dreams
even if some end
in front of the reality
of the revealed life.
Against all the wars
which kill the children of the Earth
He explodes as the thunder
struck by his anger,
because he cannot believe
with a light of hope
That we can so continue
To let the world kill.
To this unbearable deserted world
he just wets a grain of sand
by a rocked tear
in the reflections of his thought.
He writes on the world
without being poet of the waves
for expressing his Love of the Freedom.
To the palace of the celebrity
he prefers his hut the humility
because he wants to ask for nothing
he just wants to love.
What a strange person
neither devil but nor angel
against any shows of appearance
for him the biggest importance
rather than to appear
I prefer to be
I am that I am!"
Shielded from the number.
In the light of the Art
he throws a small glance
In a night of stars
he weaved a painting
embroidered with glow-worms
by the fairies of the time.
He plays the indifference
plunged into the silence
in front of those who want to believe
that they have all the knowledge.
But he cannot keep the silence
when the world goes back to front.
He writes what he thinks
sometimes arrogantly.
He juggles with the words
for expressing his thoughts.
Neither angel nor devil
He has neither wrong nor reason
he just tries to understand
and he wants to take
the various elements
of all these winds
which blow in the life
and to translate them into poetry.
He dives into the dreams
even if some end
in front of the reality
of the revealed life.
Against all the wars
which kill the children of the Earth
He explodes as the thunder
struck by his anger,
because he cannot believe
with a light of hope
That we can so continue
To let the world kill.
To this unbearable deserted world
he just wets a grain of sand
by a rocked tear
in the reflections of his thought.
He writes on the world
without being poet of the waves
for expressing his Love of the Freedom.
To the palace of the celebrity
he prefers his hut the humility
because he wants to ask for nothing
he just wants to love.
What a strange person
neither devil but nor angel
against any shows of appearance
for him the biggest importance
rather than to appear
I prefer to be
I am that I am!"
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