under this grey suburban sky, do not live with rage on
not that of others and not even your own
and do not let the sharp neatness
of the intact white sheet of deception enchant you
give space to space and time to time
because only during silence you can hear
and only through a tear you can see .......
random thoughts to be stored in a safe place
and if you're lucky to have someone beside
that after years and steps
will remind you where
those thoughts you have placed
then you will be able to say that you have lived
in peace
Marco Bo
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