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Here I lie, no respiratory mask There is a little wind I get too little air to talk, no energy My body is busy eliminating the virus I have no strength for anything don't even fancy nuts or chocolates just sleep, I would like to sleep And wake up well rested In bed next to you. I go too far I'll only go to sleep after you have left There are few colours, high veils no thunderstorm in the air, no birds From above I see us lying Our breath is exactly the same Five meters apart, we are not really trespassing I haven't caught your little bird yet
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Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
A furtive visit
Here I lie, no respiratory mask There is a little wind I get too little air to talk, no energy My body is busy eliminating the virus I have no strength for anything don't even fancy nuts or chocolates just sleep, I would like to sleep And wake up well rested In bed next to you. I go too far I'll only go to sleep after you have left There are few colours, high veils no thunderstorm in the air, no birds From above I see us lying Our breath is exactly the same Five meters apart, we are not really trespassing I haven't caught your little bird yet
For Maria Godschalk Social distancing to prevent infection "Il Decameron" (Boccaccio, Anno 1353), 5th day, 4th story: because of the heat, Caterina is allowed to sleep on the balcony, where she listens to the nightingale; in the morning her father Lizio sees her naked with her friend Ricciardo, holding his nightingale in her hand; Lizio calls his wife to show her what kind of bird Caterina has caught uccello = bird, usignolo = nightingale Pier Paolo Pasolini filmed this story in 1971 Collection "It takes a lot of tries to make a début"
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Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
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