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"I nostri morti gettati nell'oceano"

The birds migrate to find the sun:
the world, for them, and 'them all.

I say to many who see in the "foreign " to get rid of the scum, the catalyst of all the rubbish around how stinky our otherwise white scarf screw, the carrier of the virus infected the crime-a-matter The genome of the pusher, the load of garbage that-if-you-fall-in-water-tantochilovede ...

I say to many, sometimes, paradoxically, also foreign Italianized (from the worst) razzistizzati to read back in our (and their) past.

recent past.

But my desire will remain 'unfulfilled? Already

fools ... do not read.

Fools do not think.

then trust others.

time in their lives, some fool goes of course (and 'continuous incessant comings and goings)

trust in a quiet, powerful special word of mouth.

READ HERE ... when we were migrants.

The photo comes from this site anpicanavese . Read the words that accompany it ...

(thanks to Carlo Maria Aimone)