far away from strange looks and empty words

there is hysteria all around
it's like walking on broken glasses
pretending to dance on a thin carpet of red satin

and the anguish spreads
and the anxiety grows
 in not knowing
 what kind of worse we are going to,
 what disaster we should get used to

there is hysteria all around
is the fear that moves slowly inside
that shakes us deep in our souls
and crushes every desire under a blanket of anger and sorrow
and breaks our breath between the heart and the throat that anxiety swallows

there is hysteria out there
and yet
in the darkness I see your hand
it is a sign of peace
begging me
let's go!

let's go
where no one can see us
where no one can frighten our hearts in pain
where we will be able to walk again
with firm step on broken glasses
and we will learn how to dance over the edges of our broken hearts

let's go!
where no one will reach us
no one will ask for an unfair pledge
to go where no one knows
because our own elsewhere
the sign of peace where we all belong is already here
is very close
so close
and far
so far away  from strange looks and empty words
and come what may
by the intersections of these forgotten suburban skies

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.fr/2015/04/lontano-da-sguardi-e-da-vane-parole.html