Today I read a poem by Jaime Sabines, one of his verses said the following:
“The best part of school is recess,”
says Judit, and I think:
when will life give me a break?
Damn! I’m tired. I need
to die for at least a week.
These words echoed in me, I also want to die for a week so that I can wake up, and more importantly maintain, the spirits and mental clarity I experience from 8:30 to 9 in the morning, while I read (the time when I read this and other poems, by the way) and listen to music.
But the truth is that I have been dead for more than a week, 140 days to be exact, or at least that’s how it feels. I want to go to recess, a break from this era of human history, and be able to feel euphoria for life again, not a constant fear of losing it.
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