una rima per il giovane marinaio

come un albatross nelle altezze

non declamare,
                        dimostra
non lottare,
                 vola


Marco Bo
 

a rhyme to the young mariner

like the albatross in the heights

show
        don't tell

fly
  don't fight


Marco Bo

where I will be no more

a meadow or a sidewalk
a furrow or a crack
a river or a drop

between before and after
the space is always the same
so don't say I love you after sunset
do not look further behind
where I will be
no more

Marco Bo

rubbing another now

rubbing the magic lamp
resting a caress
pronouncing the name
inspiring anxiety
filling a void
opening a space
waiting and then rushing
looking for
seeing and not paying attention,
 looking after

change of season change of shoes
seeking the solution
living anyway
between a no and a wait
and spending like so the uncertainty
of this life
carved into the wind
do you know another world?
do you know another now?

Marco Bo
 

mother nature

mother nature
what do we leave if we borrow joy?
what do we hide when we call you god?

 children of yours
 lifelong wails planted on your sacred soil 
forgive  our trespasses
before are received again in your moist womb
 mother wild

Marco Bo
 

madre natura

che cosa lasciamo se prendiamo in prestito la tua gioia?
che cosa nascondiamo quando ti chiamiamo dio?

   tuoi figli
   lamenti per tutta la vita conficcati sul tuo sacro suolo
   rimetti a noi i nostri debiti
   prima di accoglierci ancora nel tuo grembo umido
  madre selvaggia

Marco Bo

mother nature

mother nature
what do we leave if we borrow joy?
what do we hide when we call you god?

 children of yours
 lifelong wails planted on your sacred soil 
forgive  our trespasses
before are received again in your moist womb
 mother wild

Marco Bo