a black hand seller in mercato ballaro
with a fake-gold cross&nbsp;&nbsp;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&nbsp;&nbsp;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