In the land where I exist, being a poet is something that sounds strange. Here you need to produce tangible, concrete things. Years ago they were furniture, fabrics, screws and bolts, etc. I was a small cog in it too, for a long time, but I didn't like it. Now I live on the border, many things have changed, but the mentality has remained. Writing poems or songs is a blameworthy thing. The artist? a drug addict, maybe a communist and probably also a bit of a faggot... I only recognize myself in two of these, and I'm not a communist.
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Story by Barabba Da Seregno
The Bronze - heavy metal poetry by BarabbaDaSeregno
The Bronze - heavy metal poetry
March, 22nd 1971. I was born. Lunatic like the month. Blockhead, like the Zodiac sign. Full of love tears...
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