between the cracks that let us breath under this plasterboard sky,
few sighs have the taste of victory over death
yet, as much as you are capable to listen to yourself,
console and then forgive yourself
the more you feel into the wind that saving breeze
slightly flying away
under this grey suburban sky
listening to yourself and console
and then to forgive yourself
you will learn
sooner or later
living
Marco Bo
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