we do not own anything under this sky
rather to the hearth we belong
and the wind is our shield
since we were born
we are only precarious witnessess
for a fragile instant
and come what may
under this gray suburban sky
Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/07/testimoni.html
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