an old mistake
a dream made of salt and sand
a lifetime to go far
and only one day to return
an old mistake
not recognizing the first pain
not knowing if it's cold or sunny outside
if at the next intersection we'll find evil or good
an old mistake
and a thousand small slight deviations
that give shape and substance to our fragile and precarious being here now
an old mistake
and not wanting to pay the fine
since basically what bad could we ever do ?
beside trying to be alive for a second ,
imperfect but happy , peaceful under this sky , under this sun
happly and peacefully
breathing
yet
despite adversities
until tomorrow come
by these forgotten and steep borders of the world
an old mistake
a detour
life
as it is
now
and nothing more
and that is all
Marco Bo
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