here to tell the story of Peppino Tramp,
that with his cart, had been all over the world, had adventures on the road
ugly and beautiful,
and night, her friends were often the moon and stars.
A flask of good red wine and a bench
bed as the sun warmed it, at dawn every morning;
but in winter, cold, acute, with that breath icy
stabbing his flesh like an Executioner, there lurking. A fire
heartless, bloodthirsty, bloody,
deprived him of his treasure: family, love and roof
had no one, neither a wife nor a son
and life, a strange gift, now faced alone.
a wonderful organ his hands were experienced:
from there, he lived with the money of bids;
was a generous man and had a lot of courage: the universe
hours embraces you, dear friend, do good travel .
[read the other poems that have participated in the contest: The life of a homeless.]
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