under this grey suburban sky
a deep valley
an intimate plain
where the human omertà cannot arrive
dressed in gray curtains under this pale Sun
neither his obtuse arrogance as chipped stones
between the rapids of rivers of words
a hidden and silent land
near these abandoned crevices in the suburbs of the infinite
maybe paradise without negotiating
at true market rate
Marco Bo
a deep valley
an intimate plain
where the human omertà cannot arrive
dressed in gray curtains under this pale Sun
neither his obtuse arrogance as chipped stones
between the rapids of rivers of words
a hidden and silent land
near these abandoned crevices in the suburbs of the infinite
maybe paradise without negotiating
at true market rate
Marco Bo
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