I'm going down the slope's contagion routes. at the hour of darkness and I must
by decree have permission to take a walk.
I'm telling her to call
if she needs something next time I'm going to the supermarket.
Supermarket!
It's no longer very super...
Now the sun is in its deep corner.
The moon is here too. The moon is full and exactly as big as the sun.
When the sun goes down, the Moon rises.
It's no wonder
that it was thought that there was a connection. Equal, but not even big.
Everyone I meet is talking about viruses. We don't shake hands. We smile and kick each other's shoes.
We are confronted with our smallest movements faced with us being the living they are still alive.
That we're creatures that are breathing right now: The connection of everything with lungs.
The rate of dead and infected increases throughout the country.
The country is being shut down.
Around in the houses lies the people
and stares into the blue air
which they do not dare to breathe.
It is as if reality has been for real now when
the corona has set its crown on the plant
In one month is
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