Nature breathes furiously.
Dry clouds in the sky.
Behind the walls of modern technology
They listen to the heartbeats of blues.
Tomorrow is the last exam at school.
No one wants to be poor.
Can't you see ? ..
Nature won't forgive us.
The moon is a mummia
Lying on the top of a black box .
Holes waiting to be filled
With new dead souls.
But let me go and water
The pink cyclamen, shining
Standing on the coffee-table
At my balcony.
Maybe ...
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