lunch in the ergonomic compartment

the desire to throw away these prefabricated laughter
the anxiety to cry out louder and dream softly

locked up in the exile of our ergonomic ompartments
we will never understand

never understand

so, let's throw away the crumbs
let's pretend useless years have not gone by

 let's perceive our scent,
 share a look  
and with a caress wipe away a teardrop among the mist and haze   of this suburban wind

outside
might be
spring

Marco Bo