soul gaze

under this grey and lonely suburban sky
looking at a child's face

and imagining as an adult how will it be
 imagining his face, his smile and tears
identifying yourself and breathing to the rhythm of his breathing
like a gust of wind

like a sea wave
like a wave of the sea
looking at the face of an old man
and imagining how it was as a child

 imagining his face, his smile and his tears
identifying yourself and breathing with the rhythm of his breath
like a gust of wind
gust of wind

what a great responsibility lies in a simple gaze
if you pay attention,
 you run the risk of distinctly seeing
 the naked and fragile soul
 just born under this sun, under this moon

 the naked and solitary soul that walks
 among  thousands of anguish and insomnia nights

soul gaze
that hurts and cures at the same time
 that unites and separates us under this pale sun

soul gaze
that  tense thread brittle and fragile
 the sense written, embroidered on everyone face
from the first day until the end
like a gust of wind like sea wave
like a gust of wind like sea wave

Marco Bo