Never a castle falls to bombardment of an enemy. Never do powerful feel the agony of war. They feast on the souls of innocence. Their cups runneth over with the death of youth, but only of strangers; To fill an appetite, a hunger for power, to indulge in its drunkeness. Oblivious to neighboring fences that hide carnage in graves, awaiting time to pass for forgiveness of sins. ***
I'm Dario. My special hobbies are make music, visit awesome place like mountain lakes and ride my MTB down the Ticino's valley. I adore cats and quiet places. Don't ask me to comment political speeches anymore: I'm tired to do that and want quiet and serenity if it's possilble. Cents, votes, reminds are welcome to reward my skill and job. Thanks in advance.
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Observer, Historian & Author. Preserving History, one post at a time. Disclaimer: Not for the psychologically impaired. Apologies, but I'm not the midwit whisperer. https://commoncitizen.substack.com/
Just wanna share interest about nature.
"There is pleasure in the path less woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and the music in its roar; I love not Man less, but Nature more."
Lord Byron