I eat.
the air is my fuel.
and do not produce it in Libya,
does not grow on air fare.
paint.
indefinitely.
the rain was watering, flows.
light falls on my face
purified from the venom of today
yesterday.
the artist produces more bleeding if
strong.
of cruel wounds, life.
overflowing glasses of red
s'abbevera fate.
experience there is exaggerated.
as devalued since folded.
and just when we touch his nose
muddy
the low land, in the swamp
raised its head.
raised her head!
raised his hands,
open on the sun, drink
human!
sides reach the highest of your life!
bevetevi the sun,
drink the rain.
nourished by air to his lungs!
peace of mind comes!
we are never alone.
if we are alone is because we isolate ourselves,
because nowhere in the crowd look,
in life because of fear we die,
and when we do, we are no longer alone.
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