65. Our hope
My doubts are not about your character
but about our possibilities.
How can love exist and thrive
in a world denaturalized and dehumanized
where ugliness replaces beauty more and more
and music is replaced and drowned by magnified noise?
Our love then is a parenthesis,
an exception from this world of baseness,
an ideal that is not seen as real
and can not economically be accounted for,
since money in this selfish world is all.
So how can our love survive,
an alien thing in this to love so alien world?
Our hope is universal love, which always saves us all.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:30
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