life is like a cricket

life is like a cricket

a cricket singing from morning to evening, from evening to morning

a cricket that always sings the same note confident of singing an entire melody

and so is life of each and every one of us

we wonder all over the world truly or metaphorically in our mind
in our mind ....

and often after years of walking, wandering and singing  we go back home  with empty-handed
with empty-handed

with the same single note in our mind, and with the same tongue in our mouth,

 although we have  known people  of every where

from everywhere

life is like a cricket

a cricket singing from morning to evening, from evening to morning

a cricket singing the same note certain of chanting an entire symphony

such is life of each and every one of us

yes, it is right to leave and to go away

and it is likewise right to return, and return at the proper time

to return back in the same places where we started,

but that time with renewed confidence and vital breath

it is right to return back home and sing

 sing like a cricket on a hot evening in mid-summer,

but this time with new voice and renovated tune

and to our surprise we wil find that, with some people  we had left on the pathway so many years ago,

we had an appointment with life, a date with destiny

an engagement to build something beautiful, something new

something that  we would have not imagined at the beginning of our journey

life is like a cricket

a cricket singing from morning to evening, from evening to morning

a cricket always singing the same note and convinced of intoning an entire melody

so is life of each and every one of us

how else to describe the wonder of life

sometimes the mist of time and distances, they cloud our soul, they obscure our heart,

but decades later life will bring us back to the place of our cradle, to the place where it all began

 to discover that with these dear friends we had a exact appointment with destiny

to build something beautiful, something unique, something new

how amazing!

but I have no other words for the moment

on the way back home, I look for the people that I left on the pathway long ago,

 because I was  aiming only to look forward as the locomotive of a train that never stops until the final alleged arrival until the presumed end

and with them I will  try to contemplate this wonder and I will tray to sing a new song

sing a new song

viva la vita!

and so be it!

Marco Bo

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