You look at all the people:
men. women, children and you read today
in their eyes an only heart,
what cries the search of liberty for a best world.
You breathe the color of your passion,
for the life, for the dialogue and for an only love
where all have voice and dignity.
You turn on the lamp in this night
and you give one thought of yours or a prayer
for the one who has forgotten to be.
You steal away the suffering from the memoirs
engraved in the past
and you pick up the last crumb of hope
because it is now that we can live the peace.
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