Wet eyes, dry lips
gloomy figures, pale days,
another night with no moon
-the last petal falls.
The salty atmosphere, the dark looks,
the sound of the sirens is deafening.
An ugly day, an ugly world
-beg you to leave.
Who dares to put an end to it?
Each one pulls from another end.
The sound continues
-the show has just begun.
By P. , 17 years old
Painting: Salvador Dali, “The Face of War”