This poem tells the story of the square but must fight its worst enemy.
Churches shops benches,
sticks propped beside the benches, old young
discuss politics,
kids play "capture the flag" in front of the church,
get a pigeon eating from the hand of a child,
reach all families, children
run run, run
in the middle of the square,
fathers all gathered to watch the football game,
mothers all sitting watching the play of their children.
How beautiful square, the sun shines down on you
,
the town hall you in the shade,
do to your children, do you play
do you run screaming to your children: your children, because we are all
your children.
How beautiful square at dusk of the day, young and old
still there to speak about politics, which must close
barristi but enchanting to look at those boys who magically have
lost track of time.
How beautiful square,
fight against your enemy,
battle,
the worst enemy of society:
supermarket,
maybe one day we will realize that the best place you are and maybe we will repeat again:
"How you are beautiful square. "
