I'm talking to you...
Where are you lucky enough to see the sunrise,
Inert and vigorous!
May he have woken up from the wild dawn!
To slip away
through the legs of the sky
and run towards you,
having swallowed sips
-one more time-
the death that is yours.
And instead of your cells
to blossom with gratitude
You,
sullen,
wrinkled by the weather,
you're looking at how to kill the sun...
This sun,
that will lift the children up!
Above the world you cooked up
and you didn't even notice,
that it doesn't belong to you...
Yes! I'm talking to you...
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