by these forgotten suburbs of the world
too much silence like an underground river that suddenly explodes
having enough light to illuminate everything
and no longer being the eyes for the world
possessing a continuous connection
yet, no longer being able
to say
under this gray suburban sky
how much more arid pain do we want to inflict
to our heart and bones?
Marco Bo
too much silence like an underground river that suddenly explodes
having enough light to illuminate everything
and no longer being the eyes for the world
possessing a continuous connection
yet, no longer being able
to say
under this gray suburban sky
how much more arid pain do we want to inflict
to our heart and bones?
Marco Bo
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