we are always connected
and yet
we are all too closed
in ourselves
we hide things
to ourselves
yet we hear that voice inside
loud and clear
it warns us that the silence of the heart is like the drought
it destroys the time of our lives
and every good harvest
we should learn again
to talk in silence
and look at each other
support that glance
at least for a moment
for a moment
it is the noise that must stop
not the feeling
not the feeling
not the feeling
no
Marco Bo

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