next year

next year I swear 

I'll settle for little

 I'll run every meadow

 as a stray dog on leave 

forever enchanted by the mist and the breeze

 next year I swear

 I'll settle for little

I will learn to abandon the trench where my lost soul sinks

as a leaf on the ground on a cold winter dawn 

next year I swear 

I'll settle for little 

as a leaf on the ground on a cold winter dawn

in the mud dissapearing inside my soul 

forever released I'll forge new words 

aware of my bounds

 on my path free I'll roam 

Marco Bo

suburbs of the world