I support peaceful and sleeping on my bed and looking through the window breathing deeply the pleasant smell that reaches me from the chimney a bakery, I find myself with gratitude when I discovered the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, I delight when I feel the coolness of the gentle summer breeze caressing my face and the warm heat of the sun warming my body ... down in the street, people come and go without apparent destination, the cars move the road full of colors, and the pigeons and seagulls hovering between shingles, attics and the projections of the windows ... is what I see is my little true ... but the truth, true reality is different, the world is in chaos, in anarchy ... people are dying to believe, die for not believing, dies by mistake, dying to feel and want to live ... die for love, die in pain, dying to defend, to follow, for insisting ... die by the mere fact of being where we should not ... sometimes to die but remain alive ... I think of all that, and then, without knowing very clearly because I retreat back into my little world, that I can see through the window.
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