Riflessioni 24 maggio 2011 · lettura 1 min · 1574 letture

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The nest crushes you, The walls friends kill you. The wind blows like a mad giant . Fists of stones. Beams falling on me like sharp swords. Dust, clouds and dust. The sky is dark and sad. Screams, cries, tears and tears to form a river that inundate the lives and buries the memories. Sirens are destroying the silence of the night, loud noises of bulldozers in action. You look petrified your dreams fade away, the lives that you love teared at your heart. A photo covered by stones, a picture fell from the wall, a toy without a master. And then tears, lamentation and sorrow, so much pain, that no even time will erase.

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Alessia Stefania Lorenzi