Mar 2020
I wash my hands
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown
my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.
as the Rome burns to the ground
I smoke a cigarette at the balcony
as the city goes in lockdown
my city
my city
It's a ghost-town.
my people
my people
I am lost without.
