"Eyes of hope"
COVID-19
We are here,
in this virtuous and unconscious time
Authors of a book
without cover,
of these pages torn away
to the everyday life of today.
Children of an intrepid destiny,
we breathe uselessness
in this ruined present,
withered like roses in the garden,
for too much drought.
But,
everything we need
it is on the other side of fear.
When life hurts
we attach ourselves to hope.
To this stubborn feeling,
mother of indignation and courage
... yes, disdain for this tangible reality and courage for the desire to change it.
Hope is something with wings, which dwells in the soul;
it is a sweet melody without words.
Although the fear will prevail with its many arguments,
it will always make us knock on the door of life;
and again flow slowly
as in an hourglass, where every second will be long an eternity,
and the words that follow one another,
they will be like grains of sand. We will silence our powerful hope,
and its sinking
it will be the beginning that will make us give birth to a new life.
Just so,
we will land with grandeur
in the second half of our reality.
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