while I was commenting your verses
I realized I was talking and reminding to myself that
perhaps studying more when little
would have helped me to gather before in my hands
this simple evidence
that the flow of heat from a warm body to a cold one
it is not only a law of physics but it is a clue of love
that the buckets for the heart leaks find their places by themselves
that, yes it is true, order is self-sufficient and it always works
but I if I stay tidily with myself
never will I taste the fragment of heat to me allocated under this gray suburban sky
while I was commenting your verses
I realized I was talking and reminding to myself that losing something is a gift
and that grinding down and scattering myself in the mud as water that slides
and disperses itself in a thousand streams of new life,
it is the true creator of who I am now
Marco Bo

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