Pubblicatoil Ago 27, 2022 in ART










“Struggle leave the fog behind

few faces, few mouths appears


this is the moment

the blu becomes enamel

that smell of industry

and smoking future

Colors are useless 

they always feel lonely 

and comfortable

There is no victory

only gentle heroines 

where have we been all this time?

our heads in the hole of ignorance”