a poet is a guy who slowly rides his bike
on the highway emergency lane
occasionally he stops, jumps over the barriers, kneels down and digs
then he rests for a moment his hands under the clods of the field and waits,
he looks around,
breathing slowly
and then gets back on
back on track trying to convince those who run without rest
in the fast lane,
that beyond the barriers of the so it must be, there is still life,
there is still earth
and soil
sun
light
and rain
sometimes
someone turns around,
slows down
and listen
Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/07/il-poeta-e-un-tale-che-gira-in.html

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