This place will be destroyed.
Escape for your life,
don’t look back,
nor stop all the way.
Make haste, run away,
for brimstone and fire
will come down like rain
to destroy mountains and cities.
Do not look back as the woman of Sodom
who became a pillar of salt.
Behold, smoke shall come up from the earth
despite the imposing night.
The actual thesis is disorder,
the future will be to take refuge
in paradigms of goodwill.
Not knowing if there will be time
for a third assumption
while the promised land is destroyed
and the mornings with all the dust and ashes raise promises to other lands.
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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...
