by these forgotten suburbs of the world
every day a new scent
every day a new path
dirty trails to feel the soil
every day someone to greet
every day I see you go
and then come back
every day a breath of wind
with all the universe inside!
every day from heat to cold
from light to dark
and sometimes the rain
it falls .....
nothing is ever the same
every day a new day like that
with one thing or two things
or three
and the next day maybe one
or half .....
the sum
or the subtraction
of many little things
happiness and freedom?
Yup,
I can teach you
master!
Marco Bo
every day a new scent
every day a new path
dirty trails to feel the soil
every day someone to greet
every day I see you go
and then come back
every day a breath of wind
with all the universe inside!
every day from heat to cold
from light to dark
and sometimes the rain
it falls .....
nothing is ever the same
every day a new day like that
with one thing or two things
or three
and the next day maybe one
or half .....
the sum
or the subtraction
of many little things
happiness and freedom?
Yup,
I can teach you
master!
Marco Bo
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento