Red lines on the face
drops of sangue (blood)
red lines on the face
drops of crimine (crime)
Red lines on the face
drops of povertà (poverty)
what are these lines?
do they tell us what we have done?
where have they come from?
gnosticism or mysticism or our hearts?
sometimes we have to think,
about the works we have done.
I love when a poetry talk about pure heart and humanity..it comfy the world in my heart_Soul
Marco, good write. You question where do such people come from? You question life and search your own destiny. Keep up your writing!
An excellent poem on a unique topic! Some red lines wait to be caught red handed. And some lines must be good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again another good work....the subject is great!