I do not need money.
I need to hear
of words, carefully chosen words, these thoughts
of flowers, roses
of these admissions,
dreams that inhabit the trees,
of dance songs that make the statues,
of stars that murmur to 'ear of lovers.
I need poetry,
this spell which burns the weight of words, which wakes
the emotions and gives new colors.
Alda Merini
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