the door closed
and a little peace inside dying alone
a clean outfit for the festive day
because above you are wearing an old coat be thrown away
a caress of circumstance
as impassable boundary to keep the distance ...
distance
sure, it is an evolution of thought inconceivable under this sky
and yet
the only possible salvation dwells in saving from abandonment and bringing home
who out there in the cold is more fragile and alone
since not the last one that by now has no remembrance anymore,
but it is the first stone that bears all the burden of the wall
Marco Bo
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