Poem A future two-handed

I see out of the window
nature that revives the man:
the icy crystal works
in life reflections.

So these walls will bark,
I will look on a terrace of branches
and the sun will grow more solid foundation.

As long groping, searching for the addition,
rough walls do not recognize
It satisfies me a word, away
I'll be by my right, my peace.

The voice an internal chokes in the throat
And a wanderer stride taste. During.
The look is then as a solo
The self, cement and wind mixed.

Now, new word, is wrecked
In the day of legislating made man,
In a green you want donated
And such as it is often sung.

Dreamy desires, wakes me
the crackling appearance
of cars that do not travel
and phones that do not call ...

I remember,
the useless is a stake,
propagates happy
on the dry cultures.


AUTHORS:
Baiunco Angelo and Umberto F. M. Cefalà

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