something we call love

love dwells in concern and in the little things

in telling one thing at a time

and colouring the details with infinite nuances,

just for the pleasure of being together and listening

 the words and the voices

echos in the room

echos in the room

love lives in the small things

  in the pot on the stove in the morning

in the leather shoes polished for the day of celebration

in the wood chopped for the stove

 in a good soup for a cold and grey winter evening 

love dwells in small things, in minimum details

in the folds of the scented linen 

in the smile behind the window

for the late or unexpected arrival,

in a walk on the beach in the morning

what do we talk about when we talk about love?

perhaps it is the wonder and fear of the heart,

  this one and only short breath we own ...

but now I have no other words,

I turn around and find your warm breath by my side,

and I am not afraid anymore, 

I no longer need an answer,

 in peace I stay 

'cause your presence saves me 

and takes my breath away 

Marco Bo. Perchè ci mettiamo in cammino

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