Perchè ci mettiamo in cammino

cosa portiamo da un punto all’altro del nostro cammino dalla partenza all’arrivo dall’andata al ritorno? il racconto del mio cammino a tutti i miei cari agli amici ed alla poiana che vola sola sui vigneti e le colline, all'eterna foschia ed alla solitudine delle Ande, ai vulcani imponenti del Nicaragua, al cielo tropicale, al lago calmo della sera, ai pescatori all'oceano ed a chi nonostante il freddo di questo stanco ed insipido mondo artificiale continua a conservare la rivoluzione nel cuore

02/06/15

apparteniamo soltanto al tempo

non ti preoccupare
non ripetere

non esagerare
non minimizzare

non affrettarti
non rallentare,
e che sei troppo attento
e poi distratto...
no!

non è possibile vivere
come un guanto dentro fuori
fuori dentro
non si può vivere a braccetto di uno spavento continuo
continuo

se il tempo è qui adesso
allora deve essere riempito
da fondo a cima
da inizio a fine
e poi ancora

perchè noi tutti apparteniamo soltanto al tempo
e a nessun altro

a nessun altro apparteniamo
soltanto al tempo
soltanto al tempo
e sia quello che deve essere
sotto questo grigio cielo di periferia

Marco Bo

small and warm suburban lights

newborn sentiments
and wrinkles on the forehead
fragile feelings
the mist conceal them

simple solutions
human emotions
songs, assonances
choirs rhythms and percussions

the heart is on the way
this is the song of the forgotten mestizo suburbs of the world
and if you really want to perceive it
just listen for a few seconds the silent roar of these forgotten transit spaces
and maybe you will understand and maybe you will smile
and then we will be friends
unique and numerous
hearts among the hearts
free to feel, each one and all of us
wonderful revolutions in motion
hot flames and light on the horizon
right in the middle of the eye of the storm
the storm raging all around
all of us
possible
revolutions
under these gray suburban skies
all of us
only small
warm and fragile lights
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/09/piccole-e-calde-luci-in-periferia.html

01/06/15

waiting for us

on the horizon a wish and a pain
along the trail
a wail in the wind and a scar on the way back

the mystery that still rests on our destiny
and I walk
I walk

I would like to
I want to
at least for a moment,
to sit down and wait for the silence
that somewhere in a hidden corner of the universe exists

yet we cannot
our destiny is to walk
with in our heart a reminiscence
of a scratch of time and space
a clod in the field
a cloud in the sky
where our peace rests
waiting for us

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/06/in-attesa-di-noi.html

in nostra attesa

sulla linea dell'orizzonte una speranza e una pena
lungo il cammino un sospiro nel vento e uno spavento
sulla via del ritorno il mistero che ancora si posa sul nostro destino
ed io cammino
cammino

vorrei
si vorrei
almeno per un attimo sedermi ad aspettare il silenzio
che in qualche angolo recondito dell'universo esiste

ma non ci è dato
il nostro destino e camminare
con nel cuore un ricordo
un graffio di tempo e di spazio
una zolla nel campo
una nuvola in cielo
dove la nostra pace riposa
in nostra attesa

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/06/blog-post.html

awareness is a strange beast

awareness is a strange beast
warms up your mind like your face the morning sun
and at the same time it wakes you up screaming!
and outside is already night, inside your heart is too late
and the soul is full of haze

awareness is an ugly beast
is that strange calm after the tempest
is the fruit sometimes good sometimes not
is the crop after the summer and supreme fall
supreme autumn
sovereign life
awareness is a strange beast

since there are alternative ways or shortcuts
there is no harvest without seeding
there is no feast without sweat
there is no music without soul
no art lives without the heart of the interpreter
without the author's heart

awareness is a strange beast
it takes a lifetime learning to live
so don’t waste your time now that you can still run
do not give up laughing
and dance dance
dance!

because awareness of yourself and the world
it is an ugly beast
it smiles at you and warms you up
as in your face the morning sun
and at the same time wakes up screaming!
and outside is already night, inside your heart is too late
and the soul is full of haze
haze

no there are no alternative ways nor shortcuts
there is no harvest without sowing
there is no feast without sweat
there is music without soul
no art lives without the heart of the interpreter
without the author's heart

awareness is a strange beast
do not wait for it helpless as you wait for the storm to go fast
jump into the vortex,
swims in the storm,
through the eye of the tempest
do not wait for awareness
never wait, live now,
live now!

live now
with a smile on your face and a light heart
like a rolling stone, like a free rolling
rolling stone
since you are the only interpreter you are the only author

live now, before is night outside
live now before is too late in your heart
before the mist will grab your soul
live free now
free
like a rolling stone!

Marco Bo

procedures and passion

sometimes the will is not enough
sometimes it seems impossible to find the the right configuration
to operate the counter of the heart
sometimes you have to leave the technician alone
that the solution surely will come

sometimes the worst obstacle is anxiety
the worst poison is ambition

sometimes salvation arrives in defeat
sometimes the vain glory toy has to be broken into a thousand pieces
and the pieces are to be dispersed in the immense void around
and then you may start the journey toward yourself again
the trail full of obstacles to find yourself

sometimes to find yourself you need to get lost
and in the immense space patiently wait
the important is that the waiting does not hurt
those who are weak and fragile and cannot keep up the pace

sometimes night comes before the right way has been cleared
and then the only thing you can do is to turn off the anxiety and wait
quietly wait for the new day
that surely will come

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/05/procedure-e-passione.html