within us

running away contemplates
there comes a smile who sings drops of anxiety

 stops to wail about times and possible lives
deviations at the crossroads of the possible
mirages at the roundabout of farewell

my friend
pretending to know the verses will not save us from pain
 it will make us grow old faster
so the years on our shoulders will weigh much
once for the regretted time and a and twice for the time spent

my friend
there is no other way
we will meet again one day
it will be the first and the last
It will be the whole life we will ever live
 and the other ones we shall never see

like a day of celebration forever pinched
 between sunset and sunrise

Marco Bo