and there's rigoletto laughing out the cry of the one who's defeated by fate among the spectators dressed in blue by the light flooding them between the acts/ and there's the woman eternally defeated by love/ a cup with poison from which they drink/ the men who used to believe
maybe the world means to win over that sentimental beast/ to open your eyes without amazement in front of the newborn's cry/ the world where passions die in the name of freedom
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in the play of a lonely child there is room for a whole world. Wonderful composition with nice visionary.