The Sun on La Rambla today is not the same
In France there is the concert
People have fun
Someone is singing out loud
Someone is screaming “death”
In London it always rains but today it’s not hurting
The sky doesn’t make it cheap not even at a funeral (non fa sconti)
In Niece the sea is red with fires and with shame
With people on the asphalt and blood in the sewers
And this huge body that we call Earth
Wounded in its organs from Asia to England
Galaxies of people dispersed in space
But the most important is the space of a hug
Of mothers without children
Of children without fathers
Of faces shining with light like walls without paintings
Minutes of silence broken by a voice
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t taken anything from me
This is my life that goes on
Beyond everything, beyond people
You haven’t done anything to me
You didn’t have anything
Because everything goes beyond your useless wars
There are those who make the (sign of the) cross
Who prays on the carpets
Churches and mosques
The imams and all the priests
Separate entrances to the same house
Billions of people who hope for something
Arms without hands, faces without names
Let’s exchange the skin, in the end we are humans
Because our life is not a point of view
And no pacifist bomb exists
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t taken anything from me
This is my life that goes on
Beyond everything, beyond people
You haven’t done anything to me
You didn’t have anything
Because everything goes beyond your useless wars
Your useless wars
Skyscrapers will fall, metros
The contrasting walls raised for the bread
But against every terror obstructing the path
The world rises again with the smile of a child
With the smile of a child
