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FLIGHT OF BIRDS

By Alberto Arecchi

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Birds flying above death chimneys

recall an era that will never return.

Men fighting under a thousand flags

whose bones have fattened these fields.

Trumpets, concerts of bells,

burning of witches and books in the squares.

Red waters, red in the sky,

Red blood of burned children.


 
 

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