we live to pretend

do not ask us
between one breath and the other
we do not know the answer

do not look for us in the dark
between night and day
we no longer differenciate

do not smile for complacency
between one tear and another
we do not know yet how to live

do not wait  for compassion
between one step and the other
we'll never arrive

we'll never arrive
a hundred of these days
a hundred of these years
and centuries
and forever
for all our precarious and fragile forever, always that we do not know

throughout our increasingly precarious and fragile forever
let's pretend we haven't seen each other
because our arrogance now is so dense under this gray suburban sky
it will swallow everybody sooner or later
and it will drag us away
like fragile branches in the tide of a river in flood

like fragile branches in the tide  of a river in flood
and so after all and even before
do not ask
do not look for us
do not smile
do not wait for us
let's pretend we've never seen each other
let's pretend we have a thousand lives
since we have already decided, or whoever has decided that
 we have no more time to wait for that one word
of compassion that brings salvation

since we are all so close and connected, at least we believe so,
that we only dream for
a bit of sand and a scratch of solitude
wet sand and solitude
under this gray suburban sky

so do not ask
do not look for us
do not smile
do not wait for us
let's pretend we've never seen each other

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.com/2016/02/viviamo-finta.html