lost and found

thirst and flood
 warmth and winter
peace and anguish
 endless water and  fire
dreams and harsh reality
 many steps  and patience
 I saw and savored of you

of you
before and after the mask
before and after the armor that you carry around
throught these forgotten suburbs of the world
 I perceived that I could take care
since I recognized the shape of your soul
and I knew that you had recognized mine too

Marco Bo