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Facing Windows

letter from David Simon

My dear Simon,

after you, red is no longer red. The blue sky is not blue.

The trees are greener.

After you, I look for colors, into the nostalgia I have for us.

After you, I regret the pain that even made us timid and illegal.

regret the expectations, the disclaimers, encrypted messages, our eyes have been stolen in the midst of a world of blind people, who did not want to see, because we would have been if they had seen their shame, their hatred, cruelty .

regret not having had the courage to ask forgiveness.

why. I can not even look inside your window. It was there that I saw you always, even when I did not know your name.

And you dreamed of a better world, where you can not forbid a tree to tree, and ... to become blue sky.

I do not know if this is a better world.

Now that I no longer call David, now that I'm only call 'Mr. Veroli', how do I say this is a better world?

How do I say this without you?

"Do not be content to survive. ( David )"