In quarantine the glasses appear thicker
The furthest trees
muted sounds
Life slows down

I am losing the memory of hugs,
the softness of the skins,
the intensity of the looks
and the heat of the kisses

I'm like in a long dream
In which I go from hope to weariness
The leaves seem to sway to the beat of a music I do not hear.
Isolation makes me feel strange

And by the way the sky is clearer