Titolo: Life is like a hunging road

Life is like a hunging road

with plants of smiles

and balconies of wood;

 

Everyone and anyone

are walking this way

to the ancient secret

that divide lawn and graves;

 

We're all in a car

without brakes and engine

that ride this steep greyness

for mistake to escape;

 

Lonely as a consuetude

walk the moon

beside million people

that's the long way of life.