Quarantine

We live in strange times

Haunted by a weird disease

Pretending that life is normal

We act like nothing had happend

Going to work, drinking our beer

Life is calmer still more unsettled

People out of work or on work at home

Spend their days together over the internet

In splendid isolation

The strategy is successful

They tell us

Killing only so and so many

We keep on to it

The nation demand

That old people die

For our prosperity

At night their ghosts

Come to hunt us

Ethics and Ethics

Sometimes people surprises us

Their values seems to be at odds

We think that we share a common ground.

While in reality we live in parallel worlds

In my country we let the old, infirm perish

Nobody seems to be really upset about iy

Only at night there is a problem

When the ghosts return for their

Payback hours

Keeping us awake

Mad Monday Notice

i don’t feel

Just am so tired

And still the sun shines

Behind the cloud

The pine-trees moving in the wind

Talking their own language

Making their conclusion

Is another time you know now

But what time is it?

What time is it now?

The time of hot, hot summer

And strange diseases

Or the time of other things

We don’t know

Around us

Around us

People are dying

We go around pretending

Is nothing going on

People isolate and procrastinate

Getting angry, drunk or sad

Anything to get out of the mad, mad place

That has become our space

A Journey Through the City

Having no peace of mind

I went through the city

The rain had just started

Arriving at the square

Crowded with people

Some with masks

But most without

Drinking beer and congregating

The tedious quarantine

Had been to no avail

We went on like life was

Normal but still very strange

A lot of old people dying

Inside secluded institutions

Filling up the morgue

And keeping the undertakers busy

The almost empty underground

And few old people in the street

Keeping their distance

Told us that

The summer that would be different

The journey then became one of fear

And curiosity

We did not know why we were here

And what our role would be

All bets seemed open