Everything remains still
timeless
I don’t hear the breath of the wind
among the leaves
the clouds up there
as painted
stay suspended in the sky
distant the memories
of the harmonious melodies
of the birds in the air
In the morning
the smell of the wet earth
the drops of dew
on the thousand flowers
scattered in the fields
Come from afar
sounds and noises
like a band
of improvised musicians
the dust of fumes
darkening the air
the acrid smell of bombs
of dead bodies
meal of worms.
Silent are the men
closed have their mouths
aware or not
of their guilty silences
without expressions their eyes
looking afar maybe
waiting for…….a Godot!
