Today Like Yesterday, Tomorrow Like Today

A poem for the days of quarantine

The view from my apartment

Today like yesterday,

tomorrow like today,

And always the same!

A gray sky, an eternal horizon

and walking … walking.

Moving to the beat, like a stupid

machine, the heart:

the clumsy intelligence of the brain

asleep in a corner.

The soul, which longs for a paradise,

looking for it without faith;

fatigue, without aim, like a wave that rolls on

not knowing why.

A voice, incessantly, with the same tone,

sings the same song,

monotonous drop of water falling,

and falls without ceasing.

So the days are slipping

by in pursuit of each other,

today the same as

yesterday … and all of them

without joy or pain.

Oh! Sometimes I remember sighing

for an old suffering!