Where are they going, those human beings? I meet them everyday, and everyday I see how surprised they are with their streets and cities brick walls and cobblestones make them feel safe
they walk and talk and smile some of them hide their nostalgy of old times where they kissed the air, they breathed deeply and cried for freedom
some of them touch the gravity and lie down on benches just to feel the nature of simplicity because simplicity is pure
there are no mirrors, no tv news, no politicians but the presence of romanticism and good manners and love
they feed pigeons with bread they eat listen to the bells of the cathedrals and never look at clocks for time here is lost and it does not exist
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I meet them everyday, and everyday I see
how surprised they are with their streets and cities
brick walls and cobblestones make them feel safe
they walk and talk and smile
some of them hide their nostalgy of old times
where they kissed the air, they breathed deeply
and cried for freedom
some of them touch the gravity
and lie down on benches
just to feel the nature of simplicity
because simplicity is pure
there are no mirrors, no tv news, no politicians
but the presence of romanticism
and good manners
and love
they feed pigeons with bread they eat
listen to the bells of the cathedrals
and never look at clocks
for time here is lost and it does not exist