after the lock down

1

a storm of laughter breaks into the room;

the party's begun. The diaphanous walls

divide the sounds from the guests left behind.

there light-hearted spirits spend together

the vacuity of their flame, which consumes

all that it lightens for its amusement,

and higher it shines when gathered around

other sparkles of equal temperance,

to be reflected in a single burst

that devours the cold of personal thoughts.

through the closed air of the adjacent cell

variations of mirth vibrate to complete

the distant features with seeping guesses:

it almost seems to see the displayed teeth

as they threaten their aid for the loudest,

the clattering of jaws that barely trap

remnants of food spit when emphasis needs.

now pause, a serious moment it must be:

a story for sure that gives to whom hears

that valuable lesson that the teller

has dangerously earned, at its own risk,

but nobly shares for the duty it bears

of turning convenient experiences

to manifestos of global endeavours.

then a crass nasal blast of kind humour

purges the worries of having to learn

and safely reordains the smartbutt team

to the smoothness of giving quotes on

how deep friendship matters to establish

the proper tone that best serves the dinner,

until every participant -just when

it is about to leave- is a living breath

of the care that must be exhibited

to be not questioned, reminded at last

that nothing is worth if not as a joke.

2

soon the pandemic will no more prevent

the giggles from snorkeling beyond doors,

spreading through streets the gregarious humor

that relieves the mind from the tedium

of knowing its loneliness by finding.

the vague offer of glittered reflections:

at the turn of every corner the bred

of newly fledged clowns in rescuing mask

will pant their alms for absent ideas,

juggling with hearsays to squeeze from sneezing

parodies that bring to common values

the empty roaming for spectatorships,

leaving the passing rabble to conceive

their belief for purpose in higher moods

yet lacking the indecency to shut

the lean tyranny of their conviction;

the pubs will be crammed yet always with seats

for whoever is willing to complain,

rehearsing the office hours down a beer

and amend envy to ritual pity

for the whole place to participate in

glad again that never days will forbid

this bacchanal forgetfulness, duping

the senses from the agony of dreams.

3

no more of that succinct veil that covered

the candid air from outrageous cavities,

but more and more clouds that will condense

the chirping twirls from the helm of a dress

to the stockings stalks bent toward the heat

that jagg the doors between the metro stations

with exotic slopes of golden harvests

where stamen address their choral shower.

but solace, albeit intense, must abide

in caves heaved by the debris above,

where roots struggle to hinge among the cracks

diadems of buried suns that shun the sight.

thus for someone the ripening of the

slumbered euphory cant consist of glee:

someone who has welcomed the quarantine

as the gentle snow that on the shy trees

shelters the buds with passionate torpor,

away from the cruel spring that urges

the blossoms to hide their rushing decay.

to return to breathe fresh air propels fear

that in the advance of fast reveries

nothing has time to suspend its motion

for the heavy molten souls that absorb

bodies and object via the throes they wind,

tempering sighs in reverberating glows

that bond the atoms and the starry nights

in one single shaft unaltered by touch.

for them, joy doesn't serve to meet in parades

the escape from the debt to be paid to

imagination, but inwardly grows

with the sting of the stone and its ripples

that diverging crests knit in clear surface.

postures and gestures already exceed

the ecstasy for the dense deterrents

that amplify in goodbyes their wisdom

and the choice of a subject to worship,

that focuses nature in constant forms

away from the nature of their changes,

is to lose creation free majesty

for the achieving of worthless pursuing.

paralysis only shows their response

in love with illusions' true harmonies:

through each peak of beauty own progression

the praise of perpetual prostration flows

and in the mind branches into speeches

that freeze the heating of the transient blood

to the climax of pensive atmosphere,

where the nymphs and the monsters of a flash

portray their pure skin and perfidious claws

in the spawning intervals waiting for

their closure on the deafening rhythm

that precedes the thoughts with indecision.

4

but the poetry of the jubilant crowd

cant be written by the intense pledge

suspicious to end with summary words.

with the quarantine gone, there must begin

distancing from refacing boredom:

only the glamour of glasses that ring

with the sharpened belch of clattering shards

will continue hammering the reprise

of plans for dares and bravery that numb

the fleeting hearts from wielding to feeling;

the arboreal mesh at which centre rest

the larvae and its metamorphoses,

gathering the earth in wisps of colours

till ripened together they hatch in flights

the ambrosial plumes of unmeasured skies.