Renaissance

_{The leaves of the trees keep falling to the ground,
the doves fly in flocks through the sky,
giving us a beautiful landscape,
the little birds keep delighting us
with their beautiful concerts.}

_{The clouds continue to vent their sorrows.
The kittens play happily.
The parks are sad,
the streets desolate and clean
and the sky blue, almost transparent.}

_{What do we do while the time is still passing?
We are playing hide-and-seek
without having wanted to play,
in order to survive.}

_{We are losing our patience
while our conscience goes numb.
We go against the clock,
waiting, lethargic.}

_{Once again
we will have to get up after the fall.
Because we can,
because we are strong,
because in spite of everything,
we have not lost hope.}