No one knows what the bodies hide,
no one knows the burden that wearies the soul
and in vain we dress,
in vain, the lights go out,
it is useless to close the doors
because a face,
the eyes,
the countenance
can reveal everything and show the marks
of war.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
