when I think that time has passed,
older mothers who have led
also girls who were love,
and then the wives and daughters and daughters, female
I think, if I think a joy
think the male, I think the boredom
when I think about that the time has come,
the partisan who fought here,
one hit, wound once
and the dead, we buried
female I think, if I think the peace
think the male does not like to think:
when I think that the time back,
comes the day that the day dawns, I think that is the cradle
a woman's belly, belly
and home is holding a skirt, and
belly is cash, which is the end, comes the day
you go to sleep:
because the woman is not heaven, it is ground meat
of land that does not want war:
is this land that I was sown,
life that I lived in. I planted,
Here I seek the warm heart that hears us,
the long night that I get nothing
female I think, if I think the human
my partner, I take you by the hand
Edoardo Sanguineti
One of the most beautiful celebrations of women.
I think the least today. No?
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