maybe this is love

let not allow our smiles and our tears
 make us slaves ever
as the mist does in autumn 
on the fence to the bushes
at the edges of the tracks

let them be like an oasis, signes of salvation
 between these dunes of asphalt and concrete, 
suburban crossroads at the periphery of the world 
as for the rest
come what may
since maybe this is love
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.com/2014/10/questo-forse-e-amore.html