Poetry insipred by this.
Italian version here.
What a waste of time
it seems that I speak
only with those who see everything “black or white”.
I am not heard,
they saw my speeches,
they do not understand.
They just look at the wrong side
Of the question.
“Either black or white”,
it must be, as you see it,
in your twisted mindset
and restricted.
And you are beautiful wide,
that’s the ironic thing.
Or white or black,
never, say never,
a fucking nuance.
And I, what a waste of time talking to you, I’m the fool.
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