as a whisper to the wild

under this scar of heaven
eternally winner in this single and fragile instant
life never tamed

life never tamed
the palms of my hands on the cold soil, ear on the ground
 listening to your lesson
as a whisper to the wild

Marco Bo

by heart and fire

by heart and fire
from cradle to sorrows
we go and we follow
we sing and wail

through fears and pride
led by wrong guides
we scratch and grab
we take and share

and you don't hear
my cry for help
and you don't see
your steps are rocks
on water sinking
to depths belonging

and I below
look up for love
rain in my veins
humble storm and strong hail

sparkles of life
on mud and dust
for grace received
for grace of birthby heart and fire
bruised claws old scars
 one shard of truth
that I am aware of
to the land I belong
to that sacred womb
for the good and fine
first and last
goodbye

Marco bo

 

a memoria

corridore
senza scarpe adatte

degustatore
con tutte le sfumature da imparare

funambolo
appeso alla corda tesa

senza paura sul palcoscenico
  Io
interprete del mio debole e fragile
  libero arbitrio
sotto questo grigio cielo di periferia

Marco Bo
 

by heart

runner
without proper shoes

taster
with all nuances to be learned

funambulist
to the tight rope hanging

fearless on stage
 I
interpreter of my own feeble and fragile
 free will
under this grey suburban sky

Marco Bo
 

ultima volontà

masse acritiche in neri camici da laboratorio 
come creduloni nelle notizie
gracchiano riguardo al loro destino a lungo meritato 
appollaiati su pietre di fortuna

ma il destino di loro nulla sa
dimenticati

dimenticati
questi verranno salvati solo se ricorderanno e chiameranno l'uno dell'altro il nome

ma la loro ultima volontà
non
vorrà

Marco Bo
 

last will

uncritical masses in black lab coats
as gullibles in the news
caw about their long-deserved fate perched on makeshift stones

but fate does not know anything about them
forgotten

forgotten
they will be saved only if they will remind and call each other name

but their last will
not

Marco Bo

 

market share

under this suburban sky
I
have my own to spend

I am

as long as
and only if
you have
 your own too

Marco Bo