OUTSIDE

The most confusing is not necessarily the world created when the fear is under the roof of the home.
When cries, tears and tremors sound and make the walls vibrate, each brick turns into a modest soap bubble.
At each awakening, the fortress is burned, floods fall from the ramparts and the pains become ragging echoes.
Simple words and very large gestures, which no one will have seen, are, however, what already plague this new world with tottering foundations.
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