In my sketches there is calm but unfortunately the world doesn't have him.
With this war that reduces all in ash.
The roads were noisy only the wind it blusters.
There is now the peace but the cries of fear remain.
I would want God to go down down to bring the peace.
Not oglio to stay with the hands in the pockets.
sabato 24 gennaio 2009
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