Your green is lost by what you thought a sun’s love…
She burned your cells with each one of her rays…
Is that red to show the clashes of her swards?
Is that yellow to tell us that you are unhappy and surprised from this destiny?
Do you think that your inner or outer colors will help you?
From what do you hide yourself?
Red, yellow or even brown… soon you will go away…
Being high on a chair does not mean that you will stay eternally here…
When the storm will come, you will forget who was inferior or superior… you will never know who was your cousin or neighbor…
When the wind will blow, you will lose even your name…
She burned your cells with each one of her rays…
Is that red to show the clashes of her swards?
Is that yellow to tell us that you are unhappy and surprised from this destiny?
Do you think that your inner or outer colors will help you?
From what do you hide yourself?
Red, yellow or even brown… soon you will go away…
Being high on a chair does not mean that you will stay eternally here…
When the storm will come, you will forget who was inferior or superior… you will never know who was your cousin or neighbor…
When the wind will blow, you will lose even your name…
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