Agostino

She walks with shuffling steps

Alone, although surrounded

For the first time in weeks, she can see beyond herself

The blue of the water is not after all the same as the blue of the sky

The sound of her feet was frivolous

Things seemed behind her, finally

Things she was told were foolish

They're not foolish at all

You can laugh at the stuff, and she does

The wind pushes her clothes against her skin

And she feels fine

Enjoying the attention of thе air

This canal is no special canal

And these ducks arе no special ducks

But today with them is special

And genuinely happened