a little more than nothing

a little more than nothing in genuine leather that's what we are
we are ripples of light and shade 
in the continuous line of space and time
 we are little more than nothing
a grain of dust in the wind
we spend a few infinite moments 
 gazing at the stars and the immense space

immense
immense space and the stars
 under this gray and dull suburban sky
where we wander and spend days and nights immersed in the haze
the mist that protects us all from the storm of passions
the haze that surrounds us and protects us from the evils and the pains
from the sorrows, the hunger and thirst
the thirst for dreams
and from the slaps
of life in the face

life
a little more than nothing
life
savoured in flesh and bones, made ​​of genuine leather
and if this typed line could get out of this screen and sing 
 our skin would roar like a drum in the savannah
a new song
yet still the same
now  as then,
a prayer
a breath of life
like thousands of years ago
and still
life
over and in spite of everything
over the storm
little more than nothing
our life
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/03/poco-piu-di-niente.html