morning would get up under these grey suburban sky, indolent asking not to be argued
definitely it was not the time to build a bridge and not even an ark to cross
the void that would lay down everyday in a cool place to rest and stay
grey
those were days of transition
only our digging between the shadow and the sun would have save us
and so we decided to save each other once again with a smile and the seed of a flower
before the flood and the prejudice
both
universal
arrived
Marco Bo
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