26-03-2016
The voice of the living, stops!
I go to the graveyard, to hear the dead..
Even if, there was silence.
Have you heard of the absolute serenity?
That quiet place,
Where its listens to you without complain,
That burial site!
Next to a lemon tree, a child..
Reaping the harvest,
To squeeze a cup, for him, for her
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