*#Readandlisten, Dislo!*

"We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
He was young, tall, strong,
he worked at the port.
Now he lies still,
his brown-colored body, his mother weeps.
Everyone is desolate.
He was good, he was a man,
he was smart.
We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
But,
if I look towards the port,
I see that the ships docking
are unloading just the same.
The girls
have put back on
their colorful dresses.
From the street
a song reaches us.
From Lewis's house
the smell of fried food.
I'm sorry, Lewis.
For the dead, we pray.
For the living, we prepare food."

Riccardo Mannerini (Poesie Da Cantare)

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