..And here we are 8th March 2020

Where we're allowed to talk

and we can laugh

...But we cannot touch

we can run

we can dance

outside...

yes just outside

On our beautiful fresh grass

how long will this last?

We can Skype and celebrate!

But it's not really the same, is it?

We cannot have a drink

with our dearest friends

How unnatural was yesterday

At arm length distances

All the hugs

I could not give

and the make-believe kisses

on both cheeks

we Italians treasure

I miss that touch

even just for one single day

...It said so much!

Sons and daughters

closed in their cities

their world was so pretty

in the Metropolis

the jungle

the capital

where all the 'good' jobs are

...No dance lesson

on a Sunday afternoon

anymore

...How I shall miss the handful of friends

that have made my Sunday afternoons so special

for the last twenty years.

What if it isn't just for a week or two?

This is a different lesson

that should teach us how to live

how to love

every single little thing we have

every joy

every moment

A lesson for mankind

where there is nowhere left to hide

Our lives are changing by the second

in front of incredulous eyes

the whole world wide

 

Anna Di Muro, 2020