Again, consider new
If this is a man,
As a toad in January,
that starts when it's dark and foggy
And back when fog and darkness, that he fell a
edge of the road,
smells of kiwi and orange Christmas
knows three languages \u200b\u200band did not speak any, which counts in mice
his dinner, which has two
slippers Commons,
An asylum application,
A degree in engineering, a photograph,
And hidden under the cardboard, and sleep on cartons of
Rognetta,
Under a roof of asbestos, O
homeless
Fa-fire with the rubbish, that lies
in his place,
Nowhere,
And he comes out after the shooting,
"made a mistake!"
course was wrong, The Black Man
the misery black
of illegal work and Milan,
for the alms of mitigating
write large: NEGRO,
Discarded by a corporal from a poor man spit
local
beaten by his masters,
Chased by their dogs,
What envy your dogs ,
What envy jail
(A good place to hang)
pissing with dogs, biting dogs What
without a master, who lives in a
No and No,
between an ordinary police station and a center for mafia
Ultima Reception,
And when he dies, a collection of his brothers
one euro per hour
This refers beyond the sea, the desert
to his land - "In this country!"
forget that this was,
That this is now,
What state is this, your saggetti
Reread the problem that you
taken away
Safe, Congo, Guatemala,
warmth and write, neither here nor there,
Neither goodness , stuff from Caritas, nor
Brutality, the stuff of Home Affairs,
warm, like a nightcap,
And take my eyes off this
That is not a woman
From that this is not a man who has no woman
And the children, if children are far apart,
And pray that your new born
not twist their faces from you.
A. Sofri
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