I walked around small pieces of landscapes. I never liked to visit these places without living it. I am here sure although I am clossing my borders to people who also are being killed. Now, I am writting in my house. the walls are higher than years before, perhaps my problem is that I have closed my eyes to recognize the sight of people. who are loving books, works, run.
Where are the hate, the weapons and the money who foods the irrational mind that can assimilate a desequilibrated World
Io sto con la sposa. The Italian solidarity with foreigner human beings. Never, a border should be clossed in the middle of the chaos which is not unaware of us.
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