May the child sleeping on the straw
Take your sleep away and make you feel
The pillow of your bed
As hard as a stone
Till you won’t have given hospitality
To a homeless or a foreigner,
To a poor one walking by.
The poor ones that hurry up to the cave,
While the powerful ones plot in the darkness
And the town sleeps in indifference,
May let you understand that,
If you also want to see a big Light
You must start from the last ones.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
…over the old world that dies
May hope be born.
