when you look down in silence

roots your feet branches your arms
your chant the procession to the water of women children and men

and when you look down in silence
in your eyes of your life  I read every single footstep
 
it is only a fragile moment on the dial of history
a fragile moment that tastes of infinity

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/10/quando-in-silenzio-guardi-verso-il-basso.html