loving is precious
He who loves no one,
Think about everyone,
He thinks about stupid cashiers,
To the journalist who has fun with him,
To the war in middle East
he can’t hear the birds,
The titmouse with a turquoise heart,
The blackbird with its head so green,
He who loves no one,
Cannot understand horses,
Nor admire the large cruise ships,
Like Ulysses before the sirens,
He thinks of everyone.
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