the time of silence will arrive
suddenly it will arrive in the middle of traffic and the noise at the usual crossroads
the junction we go through every morning at sunrise
on the way to our usual daily exile
the time of silence will come
between spaces of transit, non-places , waiting rooms for who knows what
for no one knows what
the time of silence will arrive
at our daily confinement
between shelves, spare parts , trash, scraps, weak thoughts and vain words
vain
words
the time of silence will arrive
on our faces it will fall down slowly, slowly
gently slide off
as running water
and then raging like a river in flood
in our minds
it will flow away
and save us all
now
as then
as thousands of years ago
the time to listen
to the silence will come around again
it will call us all
and leave its lyrics in the wind for those who will wait ,
for those who will listen
for those
who will listen
for the moment nothing else we know
lost as we are in this vortex
made of corners of asphalt and concrete
a flower in front of us will provide, perhaps, a shield
and a smile, a protection against the arrogance
and the violence of these harsh times
and we will chant and pray again to the immense
now as then
as thousands of years ago
we will contemplate the gifts of silence and time
gifts
of silence
and time
the time of silence
will arrive
bring us back home
and save us all
again
and again
and so be it
Marco Bo
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