a stain of poetry No. 1 , the rock and the glacier

tired face staring at the gray wall, 
and you walk slowly because the way you don't recognize anymore

you try to remember what was that dream of flying away from here
 but from here 
there is no away 

 and then you think about a huge rock that slides on a glacier
 all the way down to the valley below 

a good teacher told you about that the other day
and then you realize that tomorrow will be 

 and so you slide and go 
 around that rock you will build a home 

 Marco Bo
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