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The storm of the world

There is a whirlwind from all over the world
The storm ravages the sighing night
and howls like an animal possessed by hunger.

The air is full of murmuring and lamentation,
like foaming trolls in seven-mile boots
invisibly chasing a wailing Enemy.

I falter in the storm, but will not budge.
While, I stand on a deserted boulevard
and is strewn with leaves left behind at breakneck speed.

It is as if the storm wanted to crush me;
it comes crashing down on me over and over again. -
as if I were a leaf to be swept away.

I stand stiffly, as if I had taken root;
Shouting: So many things you can tame!
But not me.

My will
I plant as a banner.
and defies all the storms of blind Tyrants! -
Or at least I hope so...