Could be

Could be that we are alone.

A blue and brown marble thrown by chance

A joke

A dot

That's the only beauty

A chance by chance

Only this one is life

the blue of the seas

white of the bread and pizza’s red

yellow fried potatoes

The purple sadness of Sunday

It could be that every flower is the last

The transparent kisses that have no equal

and there are no other dogs

Nor pink caresses

And looks of wonder

And the scent of Turkish nights

The blood, the yellowish sweat

Maybe there are no other stinks

Neither band-aids nor diseases

Maybe we’re running out of popcorn

And there will be no more love movies and neither porn

And there won't be any more binge drinking

No torture and no war

Just beautiful, silent balls of gas

Rolling endlessly

never stopping

Nothing compared to a tree

Or a christmas presents

Nothing like a good brawl

Or a pair of gorgeous tits, squeezed into a neckline

No more handsome guys with leather jackets to faint for

And crazy rides on the highway

Nor the hurried caresses of a tired mother

Before the first day of school

All that we've grown bored with may suddenly end, never return

no trace or tragedy remains

The race keeps on going

balls of gas and dust

Without anyone seeing color anymore

The endless sadness so great without the blue marble that goes

and nothing really matters

So what a pity then not to love the beige of boredom and the greenish rubbish

what a pity not to cover with kisses the reddish bark of every tree

Not to melt just a pool of melancholy and tears in a supermarket

Not to look at every woman with endless love and lust

Not to burn every second with such an ardor to turn pale the brightest stars

What a great sin not to dare

And polish everything around us

luster and shiny, if all these one day may not return

Hold tight each other even with Judas.

Gobbling all without the fear of pain and happiness

Making miracles in the morning

Talking with spiders and herons

Being seas and clouds

make rainbows

Believe in unicorns till they come alive

Be friends with a poor devil and his bigger brother too

And cry till bursting of exhaustion

for the beauty bidding us farewell while it fades away

To live every moment in a moment, that only this tiny peeble we have.

Blessed colors of endless eternity.