something we call love

we talk about us, 
we are made of memories and feelings
we are clutched to time that in silence, slowly goes by  
slowly goes by
goes by

we talk about us
 and our blood from the wounds of misunderstanding
we are bits of space and time 
just bits of space and time  
and then maybe we will be just a memory 
that only consciousness will save
only consciousness will save

we are clutched to time that in silence slowly goes by  
slowly goes by

we talk about us or our wounds speak for us ?
we try to give, we try to give
 generously give and soon after
we close our fist for fear
for fear of being left alone
left alone
alone

we are clutched to time that in silence slowly goes by  
slowly goes by

we now try to listen and love and soon after
we close our fist for fear that life will turn us inside out naked, inside out naked, and leave us outside and alone 
naked and alone
alone

we are clutched to time that in silence slowly goes by  
slowly goes by

what do we talk about when we talk about love?
maybe it's  just the fear in our heart, 
this lone and short breath ... 
but at this time I have no other words,
I just turn around and find your warm breath,
and I am not frightened anymore

 I no longer need an answer, 
I now feel safe and alive 
I now feel safe and alive
 just taking a breath of life 
 in your soft and gentle breath

in your sweet and gentle smile

I now feel safe and alive 
 just taking a breath of life 
 in your soft and gentle breath
in your sweet and gentle smile

Marco Bo 

foto di Mirna Rivalta 
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mirna-Rivalta-Fotografa/195399190584662?fref=ts

qualcosa che chiamiamo amore
Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2011/11/di-cosa-parliamo-quando-parliamo-di.html