Two pupils,
hand in hand,
forward plan;
from before the eyes
stands, severely
the austere building that
forgierà their minds.
have good eyes, full of childlike innocence
,
and proud of souls ready to do anything
to reach a goal.
They walk timidly
but without any fear;
know that their fate is not
yet been written.
I followed them, in the shadow of days
wasted and thrown ambitions.
I observe them, mesmerized,
with tired eyes;
irresistible desire to grasp those folders full of idle thoughts
lolling on shoulders
not yet sprung.
They climb the stairs,
I can not follow them,
the time is over for me
of hours spent on heavy volumes,
ignoring the words and inventing illusions ...
I stop at the foot of this staircase
;
entry into the world of tomorrow
for me is now prohibited.
will stay here, anxiously awaiting
a distracted child
lose the heavy burden
lying on his back in the balance. Only then will tend
hands
ready to pick up the pieces of dreams not yet in vain.
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