of time and space we have plenty
enough to empty these gray rooms
of all the screaming loads of little or nothing that surrounds us
and let enter from the main door
our true life and the life of every new travelling companion
that we meet along the way
after all
at the end
at the end
and also at the beginning
nothing else we need
just cleaning out these rooms of time and space
listening to the voice of the wind passing by
and come what may
under this gray suburban sky

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