Our difficulty is not with ourselves
but with this alien world of ignorance
which fails to see and recognize the obvious,
all the beauty, sensitivity, nobility of soul and mind,
all the refinement which you can turn life into a work of art with,
if you only leave barbarity and coarseness,
rudeness and vulgarity behind with all destructiveness
and live for love alone with its constructiveness.
It pains my heart to see you suffer in this climate
of a barren Nordic stale and hard mentality;
for your so tender heart of gold that easily cries blood
can never be adjusted to this grey society of stony hearts
that hide behind a mask of an infallible bureaucracy
that never can do any people any good.
But take it as a challenge: we can make this desert flourish
if we only stick to love and use it well.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 12:17
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