Index Menu
Main Menu

( 1998 - 3D Image )

After a neverending travel
at last you came to us.
Why did you do it?
We did not wait for you.
We are already
a lot occupied
to hate,
to kill,
to rape,
to rub,
to lie,
to betray
and to exterminate.
Brothers of stars,
you have mistaken
the address:
we do not have time for you,
we do not want you.

I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
Please Remember That Everything On This Web Site Is Copyrighted.

All rights reserved. Copyright © 2000 by Francesco Franceschi.