I run into a dream last night. I saw fires in every corner of the city; people gazing into the emptiness of the flames; children in quiet tiredness like stones cooling after a volcano eruption; women trying to cover their nudity behind the shadows of the alleys... I heard also loud silences coming from the tears of old men as they took trembling steps toward the abyss of shattered doors...
I wandered the streets to find no birds in the red skies over my head; no dogs barking in revolt against the sounds they alone can guess.
I fell on my knees to beg for the impossible return of joy, only to find a grayish morning with fat tears falling from the stars like leaves from trees in the shivering cold of a wet fall!
From a broken window my eyes only had a glimpse of memory while my soul, no shame forgotten, wept like the silence rendering the day after in the battle field.
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