Banquet
after you bit the shell of the world
and got rid of the collection of everything you hate
did you see that no one cried
we should keep silent in the spring
respect the merry feast of insects
that feed only on sap and light
different from you when you cross the street
insulting the stones with high shoes
begging with your eyes for attention
that even the almond trees will not give you
the elements don't care about us
there are no psychologists in the forest
and for you the tides will never stop
when you look deep into life's eye
you will never find the forge that generated you
but there will be thrown the broken mold
of every spoiled dream you dreamed
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