under this gray sky
our life is completely contained
in an immense maze lost in the suburb of fate
entry and exit needle's eye
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I don’t know how to close a conversation
I know how to start it
I don't know how to fix things
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human beings?
bands of muscles
sculptures of bones
blood flowing
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the way of love is not a highway without limits or barriers
the path of love is a crossroads of old country lanes
the path of love is a maze of narrow streets lost in the suburbs
that do not lead anywhere
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not all the answers
not even a few
but the possibility to ask with passion all the possible questions
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to be or not?
to whom it may not concern
each one of us is
as one prefers to
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day after day we move one step at a time under this sky
since, human being, a small portion of the universe we know and we are
a scrap of dust
a flutter of wings
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as in autumn a drop of dew falling on a leaf
and in it disappearing forever
so is my love for you
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I miss a song that I've never sung
and yet
I miss the sound of an instrument that I do not know
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our life is so small
root tree bramble and leaf
our life is so small in a blink of an eyes you can see it
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