10 May 2020

No, it can't steal tomorrow's joy from us either. True, this year will be different. One of my friends will not be able to squeeze her sister on “her” first second Sunday in May. Another will fill the house with flowers before the temporary closure of the churchyard where she talks with the grandmother who named her. She will dance alone, or with few, because they will do the “big” rumba they don't know when, any day of any month in which we have overcome this new adversity together.