There are little truths
stinging like bumble-bees
that nobody dares to say .
Some little absurd statements
so true in their naïve essence
that people prefer to forget.
There are little people,
made bigger for casual chance
who think to be dressed
until a single voice,
dissonant from the adoring court,
plaintive at the beginning ,
then stronger and stronger
dares to shout ,
breaking the astonished silence,
“the king is naked”.
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