as an embroidery engraved in the breeze

has been too long
since we rolled like stones

has been too long
since we danced in unstable balance on the sidewalk

has been too long
 since we screamed into the wind, face to the sun and open arms

it's time
it's time to start something and not to stop
ever again!

it's time
it's time to write something
something final

something final
as an embroidery engraved in the breeze

it's time
it's time to start something that will never end
 at least until our fragile and precarious always
 will be
 under this gray suburban sky
and come what may

Marco Bo
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