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Perceptions

I saw

slender blade of grass bent by the breeze of life

as dawn rose,

withstand winters

blacks and long nights with no sky.

I saw fragile shrub

bent by the winds of a storm unleashed

man

chase distant horizons

and ephemeral hopes of tomorrow.

I saw tree branches spread strongman

verdigni

in the blue toward the sun, to protect

slender blades of grass overlooking the threshold of life.

I see venerable oak

appear strong men in transit

beyond the visible. But

opaque echo bouncing, rumbling

deaf to the beak of the woodpecker ...

and ... hear the footsteps of the woodcutter.

Campiselli Roberto Angelo (1981)

Dedicated to all the cutters of the trade: who cut funds to the blind, who heads cut loose, who cuts in salaries and pensions, cut health care to those who forgot the people who died, who cuts the school because ignorance create consensus ..... for all the loggers must go. For them, too.