A Poem By Farag Bayrakdar – The Rose and My Friend, Somehow

Exactly a short while ago nine elegant bullets ago In some revolver or in the head. Since a city embroidered with slogans by day, and sentenced to death by night. Since open borders Known only to smugglers and shepherds, until heavily guarded squares. Since I don’t know how many prisons and cells, not in... Fonte: Rosebud Giornalismo online Rosebud Giornalismo online
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