There were people who let you grow,
and still there are,
but as the sun gives you warmth,
it will hurt you too,
now, there are people who doesn't let you grow,
they put obstacles in your way
they just see themselves,
as the only Victorian
these people are called fascist
they come from fog, and return to the mist
But being an Italian doesn't mean that you are one,
it's and idiotic old ridiculous word to be done
why do we easily call each other the thing that we think?
going down from the tall parts, and then you will sink...
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No, non sei un fascista. E certamente passato del paese non dovrebbe riflettersi sul suo presente. Una bella e veritiera di scrittura Marco!
I must say that no one calls you fascist and no one has the right and power to call you this! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you write: take the hands of the world to become a unique nation You are not a fascist, of course. You are a great Idealist, Marco. And Humankind needs people like you. Si, abbiamo davvero bisogno di GRANDI IDEALISTI (ed in grande numero!) in questo mondo così imperfetto, utilitarista, pavido e prono alla volontà del più forte! Greetings from Florence.
thank you for replying.. grazie, Marco Angelo
Caro Signor Frosini, Mi dispiace tanto per il ritardo. Apprezzo i vostri gentili parole, e credo, che insieme possiamo fare cambiamenti! grazie!