One kilogram of God please…

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Parents, sick birds, children, birds with wings unfinished
Aspirations induced, false, a huge waste of enthusiasm when
everyone always believes, erroneously, that no one was born at the right time.
Generations of parents remained children, and their children born mature…
No one wants to accept that justice is a spiritual matter
everyone wants to jump in along the steps on the social ladder, at least in twos,
and the illusion of the jump to be measured only with access to consumption
The poor are fighting among themselves; the waste of blood enriches the soil from the rich…
Yet the rich are fighting each other with more fervor, but the collateral victims are always the poor…
Some fight of boredom, naivety or herd instinct, others for the need of well, no one initially defining the concept…
I think the biggest mistake was to exhort…

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Miracles wasted

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We are only mills that grind the stones of time.
The powders we use then in the drawings on the sky, it seems to us the prayers.
We increase the Nothing, giving him auras of importance.
We cast away the facts and aspirations that could have saved us, we expect miracles until what…
Comes as a hiccup or a raised of eyelid, last wonder –
Only then can we perceive the substance of the time and that, in fact, the stones had gnawed the mills.
And the wind was our breath wasted, the unnoticed miracle…

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Siamo soltanto dei mulini che macinano le pietre del tempo.
Le polveri le usiamo poi nei disegni sul cielo, sembrandoci delle preghiere.
Aumentiamo il nulla, dandogli aure d’importanze.
Neghiamo i fatti e le aspirazioni, che potevano salvarci, aspettiamo i miracoli fino a che…
Viene come un singhiozzo o…

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