I do not need money.
I need to hear
of words, carefully chosen words, these thoughts
of flowers, roses
of these admissions,
dreams that inhabit the trees,
of dance songs that make the statues,
of stars that whispering in the ears of lovers ....
I need poetry,
this spell which burns the pes Antezza words,
that evokes emotions and gives new colors.
Alda Merini
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