Today is day 35 of the lockdown in California. Being in daily contact with fiends and family in Italy, my wife and I have started the lockdown ten days earlier (she before me, her day count is 45). But let’s say we’ve been in this, together, for 35 days.
The hardship is shared and known by all. I prefer to focus on the time we have been given, the silence I’ve been hearing, the emptiness of the streets, the enormous space I see everywhere.
I let myself go into my emptiness and I love everything I see. Even what terrifies me, and I felt some terrifying things. I’m just happy I can feel it. I know I’m more and better if I feel it. The more I feel, the more I am. The more I feel the more conscious I am that I am.
I see and feel a lot of people going within and reaching out in a more essential way. When I listen, I can hear the Earth breathing, taking a breath of fresh air, for the first time in so long. It gives me a feeling of massive beauty.
Here’s another installment of Italian poems. At some point I’ll read my own English poems (if you want me to read something, please let me know). For now, I hope you enjoy this. If you don’t understand Italian, the images will entertain you for a few minutes.
