March 30, 2020
Empty and endless roads under threatening clouds,
this is a wild life now, reminiscent of an ancient pain.
Blocked by a cruel molecule, by a vapor,
we listen to conflicting opinions that feed fear,
we live days deprived of everyday life,
of the usual, unconsciously fantastic images.
The essential is an infinite mosaic, a brilliant truth,
austere sanctuary akin to God in confined space.
The earth powerful men, surprised in impotence,
betray hypocrisy, defeated by the invisible weapon.
When everything is over we will go to the old church,
in the fresh air of mountains,
and the still chill wind will rule our face;
survivors we will remember these days as a lesson,
as a warning.
We will light the lamps of faith and hope
not to forget the prayers that heal the world.