The Most Beautiful Hours
The Most Beautiful Hours combines poems that are my mementos of an extraordinary year. Because 2020 was the year of trials and errors. Of goodbyes, of new beginnings, of new thoughts and plans. Almost a new epoch of enlightenment. What was imposed on us as a restriction offered opportunities for deepening or even dissolving relationships, for reflection and confrontation with ourselves, with our fears, our desires. And it also allowed for our reinvention.
The Isolation Diary
It’s up to us now to weather this current situation well – by staying at home and keeping social distance. So I stay at home using the spare time and write/draw a diary from the self isolation.
He smiled, he waved, and he thanked for everything. But then he left for good.
They were not sure if theyshould resist the temptation. But they gave in.
And while I wait,I gradually forgetwhat I was waiting for.
This huge puddle is too filthy, so we got us better protection.
The noble drop has finally received a vessel befitting it.
He’s back in shape to show us hidden but then most visited places.
As of today I beginto merge with my surroundings,bit by bit.
We got the first bread crumbs, but it’s too early to request the whole bread yet.
And on the tenth daythey started reconnecting with the real world.
Even after this captivity we’ll stay together forever.
If no one comes to us,we’ll just gonna celebrate all by ourselves.
He realized thatbeing alone was notas bad as he first thought.
These days teach usthat for everyone timemoves at a different speed
I’m beginning to forget the life before that – that’s the new normal.
During this unusual distancethey discovered intimacy.