There are afternoons when I would like to be a child again,
innocent, playing without worries,
without concerns for the future,
without the anxiety that weakens the bones.
If I were a child, I would care little about exile.
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When I close my door
ŞiirI 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...
