a black hand seller in mercato ballaro with a fake-gold cross on his neck, proud on his face, and grief on his back. his proud is not because of his fake-gold cross he takes for the Jesus ,swinging on his neck, he landed from the sky unlocks all the doors
a black hand seller in mercato ballaro cannot forget some of 6200 black eyes drowned in the Mediterranean sea and cannot say the Mediterranean sea is not more beautiful than 6200 black eyes cannot say no sea is more beautiful than 6200 eyes
and it is useless to love dumb prophets on the blind-windows of your souls which not open out to us