Ok, domenica, cinquantanovesimo giorno.
Tappeto, felpa e gambe nude. Quella temperatura perfetta, che vorresti viverla fuori e, invece no.
Ormai ho capito che in questa quarantena la domenica é il mio giorno no, quello che mi sa più di tutto di mancanze.
Domani però, dopo due mesi e mezzo, seppur con mascherina, guanti e distanze, potrò rivederle la mia mamma, senza riabbracciarla, ma almeno vederla.
Un piccolissimo passettino verso la normalità, voglio vederlo così.
Oggi ho fatte mille cose pur di non pensare, mi sono allenata, ho cucinato, ho guardato una serie tv, ho cucito e infine ho ricominciato a leggere un libro di poesie, basta non pensare.
In tutta la giornata oggi mi ha accompagnata quella gran voce di Lauren Hill e stasera voglio lasciare qui una delle mie canzoni preferite, “I find I had to say”, testo direi anche adattissimo al momento.
Buonanotte sognatori…
Okay, yeah, alright
I find it hard to say, that everything is alright
Don’t look at me that way, like everything is alright
‘Cause my own eyes can see, through all your false pretenses
But what you fail to see, is all the consequences
You think our lives are cheap, and easy to be wasted
As history repeats, so foul you can taste itAnd while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace itFret not thyself I say, against these laws of man
‘Cause like the bible says, His blood is on their hands
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say, is rebel
While today is still today, choose well
And what I gotta say, is rebel, it can’t go down this way
Choose well, choose well, choose well
Choose well, choose well, choose well
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives are so incomplete, and nothing, and no one, can replace it
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, noAnd what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta sayAnd what I gotta say is rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Repent, the day is far too spent, rebel, rebel
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up and rebel
We must destroy in order to rebuild Wake up, you might as well
Oh are you oh are you satisfied
Oh are you satisfied?
Rebel oh rebel
Why don’t you rebel, why don’t you rebel?
Why don’t you rebel?
I’m fading myself down now
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