Hello everybody!
The sun is shining here in Milan,
Spring has come and birds are singing.
Isn't it great, right?
No, it's not.
'Cause we're all locked in our two-room apartments,
very comfortable and functional but too small for a pandemic, that's for sure.
So here's what is happening in mine.
We're four, cat included of course.
No doors, except the one of the toilet (thank God!),
because my parent's bedroom has a door but it has become a sort of coat tree,
while my room, which works also as living room and dining room (and you guess why I'm losing my mind?) has no door.
Oh, I forget: if you want to go to the kitchen, you have to cross MY room ad yes, in my room there is the only television of the entire apartment. Isn't it lovely?
We need space. We need boundaries to survive.
I realized that while doing my smart working this morning.
Out of the blue, my father started to sing. He never did that. Never.
I was shocked.
But my very independent soul, together with all the features of the Aquarius that I represent, immediately understood that he needed it, he needed to sing as if he was alone, in his car, driving to the beach on a summer day.
I felt that.
So, I let him sing, chuckling quietly.
I think I've found the secret meaning of this pandemic.
Even if you're stressed, even if you just want to go out, run and scream,
don't blame those living with you or next to you:
they're struggling too.
The sun is shining here in Milan,
Spring has come and birds are singing.
No, it's not.
'Cause we're all locked in our two-room apartments,
very comfortable and functional but too small for a pandemic, that's for sure.
So here's what is happening in mine.
We're four, cat included of course.
No doors, except the one of the toilet (thank God!),
because my parent's bedroom has a door but it has become a sort of coat tree,
while my room, which works also as living room and dining room (and you guess why I'm losing my mind?) has no door.
Oh, I forget: if you want to go to the kitchen, you have to cross MY room ad yes, in my room there is the only television of the entire apartment. Isn't it lovely?
We need space. We need boundaries to survive.
I realized that while doing my smart working this morning.
Out of the blue, my father started to sing. He never did that. Never.
I was shocked.
I felt that.
So, I let him sing, chuckling quietly.
I think I've found the secret meaning of this pandemic.
Even if you're stressed, even if you just want to go out, run and scream,
don't blame those living with you or next to you:
they're struggling too.
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