I am not nothing. Never will I be nothing. I cannot want to be nothing. Aside from this, I have in me all the dreams of the world.
Italy
July 20, 2008
it's nice to think,
that ends where my fingers,
should begin,
in some way a guitar ...
freedom I have seen sleeping,
in field grown,
Sky and money,
Sky and love,
protected by a barbed wire ...
that ends where my fingers,
should begin,
in some way a guitar ...
freedom I have seen sleeping,
in field grown,
Sky and money,
Sky and love,
protected by a barbed wire ...
the homeland is the glory of another hero to the memory ...
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