About those last moments proceeding the sudden death from Corona,
I’d like to think them to be dedicated to whom remains.
To the beloved ones and to whomever is lucky enough to stay healthy.
To not going back to what we were, rather to becoming again what we forgot.
Because in reality we are much further OUT OF OUR MINDS than what we think
Me inclusive, of course. So we’d rather try to understand where we want
To go first and what we need, than writing “I STAY HOME “
as if we were celebrities, because, first, nobody gives a shit
where you used to go before or if you’re doing a sacrifice now.
To take back into your hands that fragile confidence in the future that makes us love the present time,
You’d better get a shovel, slam it into your neighbor’s head, and dig two graves.
Because our comfort has always been at somebody else’s expense
We’ll never meet.
S. Backtolove