Two hundred red roses yesterday turned black in a day, two hundred
flames die down,
hundred streams of life.
This dark dark evening, broken hearts
invaded
drowns in sad lamentation,
an undeserved penalty.
Two hundred candles burning today, hundred lives
consumed,
and dreamed so many dreams where will
today?
million hands up,
and raining, and more rain,
and yet it was not rain, they were
very cold tears.
was silence in the air
and there are only heard the bells desolate
knew that anger.
And people in their silence
very
was said in a death not death itself
and beautiful in life. NO
A big, big
to terror and lies,
and yes, you, with all
to truth and life.
(11/03/2004)
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