nothing goes into nothing

by these forgotten suburbs of the world
there is a moment to taste the bread
another to turn on a light
and then off,
the moment to say thanks, that's enough!

once we could hope to be one day part of an era,
 of a history book
but now no one writes about history anymore
and nobody feels nostalgia for the future anymore
since nothing goes into nothing anyway.........

by these forgotten suburbs
we all live in a sort of exile that we do not recognize
and the exile from ourselves is the worst to bear

I wonder if one day we will still dream about being remembered....
by these forgotten suburbs of the world
there is a moment to taste the bread
another to turn on a light
and then off, 
 the moment to say
that's enough, thanks
good bye  

Marco Bo