one last thought about the night gone by
and then I'll be on my way
restless the night,
before coming to the safe shelter of a short sleep
saving sleep
as a sign of peace ,
as a lighthouse in the night in a stormy sea ,
and now what?
now, one last look to the sky and to the stars
and then I shall arrange and align my steps on the map
the map of dreams that I always carry inside engraved like a tattoo
a map of the dreams that leads me to look for the right port ,
the promised land
the land to which I belong
the dwelling from where I parted and that now wants me back
and which is called
Respect!
Respect
from there I left as a little child weak and fragile
to sail the sea of life,
I went away, I went far,
though the streets and the suburbs of mankind and of this land
sometimes I crossed through hostile places , dark places overwhelmed by the flood of war
but now the night is over and it will never come back
the map of my dreams shows me the way to the right place
where I belong
Respect,
Respect,
from there I left and there I go back now
peacefully
because I know there is nothing else I can do and nothing else I know at the moment,
I'm just going home
Respect,
this is the sacred time of the greatest harvest
and the time for the dream of a new sow for our present and for the future of the world
a good sow
Future
a beautiful field to cultivate
an immense sea to navigate with
Respect
now
and forever
and so be it
Marco Bo
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