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A small wooden house raises on a green field by the road
A robust wall of stone and some trees protect it from the neverending cars sound.
Its windows, like big eyes that watch curiously around
North, south, east and west, the four cardinal points light its interior
And in it live the ideas, in harmony and happiness.
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If any time you go there around to take a walk,
a soft melody will call you:
Oh Welcome! Come in, come in! From sadness we’ll make smoke
My house is yours, if we can say hoses belong to someone (*)
An once it caught you, you will not forgive it.
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You will know that crossing the wall,
you are entering a world where everything is possible,
where old and young can travel on time and space.
A place where everyday something new is learned,
where art and culture reign all over all other things.
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