If the storm now
sweep everything away.
Trees, houses, myself.
Animals in the street, benches and myself.
If the sky was so black
to be asphalt.
wheels of light like fast cars and cars sucked
night by the light in the dark. If violence was
electricity. The wind
an army of barbarians launched into battle.
If we were to be peace.
What peace is it?
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