through the procedures and compromises,
hidden in the folds of the years
to remain close to yourself
in chasing yourself without rest between the smiles and the tears
on other people faces
a race
which will last to the end of our fragile and precarious forever
like a bud in spring
being born
back then
now
and again
Marco Bo
hidden in the folds of the years
to remain close to yourself
in chasing yourself without rest between the smiles and the tears
on other people faces
a race
which will last to the end of our fragile and precarious forever
like a bud in spring
being born
back then
now
and again
Marco Bo
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