We used to listen to two kinds of music at home.
Classical music when Dad was there. And De André and Guccini, who expressed your desire for ideals and freedom, and you’d tell me to switch them off before he came home from work.
We would live two lives. One with Dad and one when he was out: Natascia, Consuelo and Roberto would come. Magic would arrive.
You loved Don Milani’s motto, “I care”. You stayed a primary school teacher all your life.
I can see you now on the screen of my smartphone.
We all live in separate bubbles that cannot take off and meet.
I think all the time of the ways to shorten the distances, to take you out of that isolation that swallowed you up.