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shows 'water, Lorenzo Ramadoro

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drops on dry land, the heart
greedy land
Where the rays fall perpendicular arrogant

Think about it, because I can not squander
gooders
When excessive consumption of water to cleanse the skin

to feel clean

Find them by you of the words with which to describe images

One man, an old man, a child deaths

parched mouth of famine, epidemics of, thirst


Imagine how we might feel to having to travel hundreds of meters


Several kilometers to reach a well

I can not, there's dirt

drained every drop from the exhaust
with his feet covered in soft foam

One could speak of equality
want a better world
But I'm not able to describe nothing more than false remorse

Few of us young people, we
"Western"
can understand what it's disgusting
What is the thirst
torment and anger of knowing that elsewhere people squander
and the desire for revenge that you control your gestures and moves

to ignoble acts stupid and I

m 'surrender
My imagination gives way to reality

And if this "thing" this bunch of letters
broadcaster,
you pulled up a start
made you feel a little more mediocre
(as humans) then
has fulfilled my need
made via at least more aware

Other, I can not





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Fall Break

Twisting and disrupted


gastric acids
screw having unsafe the innate will to exist quite cut off by the lack

Water

while further north
Some melting glaciers
Li pulls down from the pole
and sells the fruit in bottles
hundreds of $

and hygiene ...
Cianciano
digging at the wrong judgments on those little lava
Shortly demeanor, people also stink But
c'invade the dirt, it destroys the spirit

even if you do not hear vice
leaves clue

Those people down there

having the guilt of being born evil

Those people of the South (the world)
Nor can drink the water
Nor can immerse themselves in their god
In Sacred River


of infected people dying of hunger

hardships of war


And we remain on
judge them from our gaze
The drying up of crops with intensive
draws massive and unhealthy and
their properties should smile?

This was not the soul of man that I dreamed
This is not the address
and although mine was just a kid utopia

though, as it will clean the stench

What do you want, I'm a coward, but I had to at least

whiten my part dirty