Thinking of delicate colours takes me straight to Spring, the same one I won’t be able to enjoy this year. It is true that, starting tomorrow, we can go out on the streets with more freedom, we’ll be in phase 2. Hurrah!! But I’m not really looking forward to going out, just enough to work or to buy… I don’t really feel like going with the camera, the mask… thinking about the safety distance…
So to remember the colors of Spring, I’ll search the archive, which is a safe and free area of Covid.
I would like
to be a verse that has
all the fragrance of Spring and
like a rare butterfly revolving over your life,
over your body, over your face.
(Excerpt from a poem by Nicolás Guillén)
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