Dear children, this poem is perhaps a bit 'rough and difficult to understand, read it with mum or dad, or with your teachers and ask for help in understanding. I wrote long ago, it seemed appropriate for this occasion. A capriolina affectionate to all of you. Echino
Quanta want to ...
Quanta wants peace
of a silent cry
of precious silence
no more complaints.
The battered women, prisoners, burned
The girls used, bought, raped
implore peace.
And that baby in the womb
who knows nothing
Del grin intrusive
of a man indecently
That future shook
a dream violated.
Quanta wants peace
of a silent scream that
valuable moments
no more torment.
And a little boy playing in a meadow
Because no one has turned
In a cowardly soldier.
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