at Cafe Morello, we ordered two Aperol Spritz;
the unusual you might say.
I could see you landing on Mars
through the glass
30 years later and as young as we now are,
because Musk will probably pull some strings
in the universe,
Mars looks good just because you would build
a house there
with small windows
and blue blinds,
and you would play chess in the afternoon
drinking Aperol Spritz in our memory.
but tonight –
a small lizard crawls the wall in front of me
and I wonder if it hears us
if it wants to crawl inside of me
and guess what my future looks like
(a tarot reader in disguise).
but I barely see it now
through the tears
which cannot send you to Mars anymore.
we are stuck on this Earth
with fears and hopes
and basically, no guarantee
that things will
or will not
through thick and thin
I would hold this hand
and mirror the tears in your eyes
when you say there is no better,
we already got the best.
A charming poem by Ioana Lungu, who once before submitted with us. This Italian-based poem talks about love, the futility of life and the importance of the current moment; and it carries a certain detached quality, the acceptance of the inevitable.
About the author:
I struggle to find the golden mean through writing, yoga, experiential learning, political sciences and psychology studies. Writing help me make sense of any existential crisis I might go through