There nothing worst than the loss of a country. There is nothing worst than the loss of dignity. There is even more loss: the lack of respect to yourself.
Nothing will calm,
the pain in I,
when the music plays alone.
It is like there is no sense,
but a bad thought,
that has invaded the world.
It is much lack of words,
that did the mock,
which was to be me.
No one knows how you heal,
you know when it is the hour
like me to pay respect.
That is how the children,
come to you,
to say you are the word.
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