...there was a carved stone above my tired head,
and alone I had to detach it from the flowers and the surrounding grass, while the butterflies watched me incredulously.
There was a crown of iron and blood on my forehead,
and a cross fixed in the back,
while I walked without a precise goal,
through the ways of the non-chosen life you scattered.
Once upon a time there was ONE and UNA...
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