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Mary was all
dressed in black,
standing on the ground, firm, composed,
 between her arms holding Jesus.
On the crowded street the passersby
went distracted, not looking,
without giving one lira of alms.
Mary's eyes were closed
but two tears trickled down
her face. Jesus smiled at me
while the lights turned on
in the luxury stores, sparkling
with gifts, with stars, with angels.
Jesus clasped my hand
and in that innocent smile
I felt all the sorrow of the world . .
ELIO FIORE
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