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
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:57 AM UTC
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
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