Stay home and make love

The years are not counted, I remember how long I had not stayed home for a full day, 24 hours without going out. I don't even remember! It seems that life, with its pace so dynamic, has stolen our time: work, society, frustrations, stress, people, who, whenever they do, waste <x0...

I don't even remember the last time I fell asleep at lunch without ever thinking about waking up. I remember a few naps in a few minutes, because the next meeting, next job... Next one. Actually, I remember the last time I was on the beach with my parents. I was no more than 14. I woke up confused and very lazy but quickly recovered from enthusiasm and positiveness. I thought everything after that sleep would start from zero.

This is, maybe, the last time I remember. Or maybe this is the time I want to remember.

I can't remember the last time in one day reading 250 pages of books on the balcony of the house; nor cooking breakfast and lunch, shopping, washing a washing machine, even watching two movies. How long it seemed to me that it already appeared to me like déo vu.

I'm working from home and I'm out of stress and daily pressure. Granted, the economy has almost stopped these days, but I know it is temporary and momentum is near. What fills me and meets my ego is time for research. The future. Challenges. New trends. Me and us, in a better world.

I'm staying at home for a reason that touched both of us, you and me. Invisible and treacherous, but he gave me the time I missed, the time to call my family, to talk to Mom longer without rushing to shut up, because I have a lot of work.

I slept today 11 hours. I woke up with my eyes as a hood, and one of the apples was fried by fingers based on the same position all night long. I looked beautiful in the mirror.

Tell me, does that happen to you? Relaxed muscles, long stretching, get out of bed and lie on the couch?

There's a collective hysteria which comes from suppressing and worrying, with videos and photos that cause laughter and sarcastic situations (2/3 of them being for men who are barely pushing it with their wives at home).

There's indifference to the situation, because I see from the balcony -- because people come out on the street, they meet, they squirm, they keep behaving carelessly, surprisingly, at a time like what we're living in.

Enjoy, though! These days you don't see the minutes or the seconds.

Make love, feel good. Drink wine, make love again.

Make love to books or movies. Books, my favorite agony. Fantasy, breath and freedom. Book and freedom. Lost in the book world, you'll never be the same again. Try making love to the book, then find another passion. Or he'll find you. Drink wine again and make love. Kiss.

Get something sweet and a coffee, get on the balcony and look away if you can, if you have a view and you're lucky. It's probably gonna blow a breeze. Enjoy. Make love again. Stay home. Cook a prescription. Feel the smell of cooking.

Remember the good times. Remember the beach, summer. Sea breath, salt.

Go back to cooking, don't burn it. Cook with love and make love. Put the table down and cut the compliments for dinner. Don't forget the wine. It's close...