Nicky Clarke's Frizz Control 18mm Curling Iron

homeless

For the debut of our blog we have chosen a poem. He has written M. from prison in Padua in 2001 and now devotes his dad, who died 41 years ago, when he was only 13 years.

M. lived a life of experience and many different jobs, had a large family but for the problems with the law is left alone and now try to rebuild their lives, the motto of " until there is life there hope. "

LIVING IN POVERTY '

" I lived on the shady side of the road

and watched the neighbors' gardens

across the street,

rejoicing in the sunlight.

I felt poor,

and went door to door

with my hunger.

more I gave

regardless of their abundance

I became more aware of my

begging bowl ..

Until one morning I woke up from sleep

suddenly open my door, and you

you joined in asking for charity.

In desperation, I broke the lid on my casket, and discovered

surprised my wealth. "

MV