I think some in these days of quarantine have suffered from stress. And it is not easy to go through so many things, so many overwhelming thoughts ... It has been a pretty difficult weekend for me. Pending how much food is left at home or that I don't have a job. But today I decided to have a better attitude before everything we are experiencing.
I found a poem by Mario benedetti that is perfect for all of this.
When the storm passes
And the roads are tamed
and let's be survivors
of a collective shipwreck.
With a weeping heart
and fate blessed
we will feel happy
just for being alive.
And we will give you a hug
to the first unknown
and we will praise luck
to keep a friend.
And then we will remember
all that we lost
and at once we will learn
everything we did not learn.
We will no longer be envious
for all will have suffered.
We will no longer be lazy
We will be more compassionate.
What belongs to all will be worth more
That you never got it
We will be more generous
And much more committed.
We will understand how fragile
what it means to be alive
We will sweat empathy
for who is and who is gone.
We will miss the old man
who asked for a penny in the market,
we didn't know his name
and was always by your side.
And maybe the poor old man
It was your God in disguise.
You never asked the name
because you were in a hurry.
And everything will be a miracle
And it will all be a legacy
And life will be respected,
the life we have earned.
When the storm passes
I ask God, sorry,
that you return us better,
as you dreamed of us.
When all this happens I will go more to the beach and I will enjoy those moments more
