Open this poem/love letter from our Editor in Chief Tommaso Cartia sent to all the lovers out there celebrating this St. Valentine’s Day 2021 in all of its love’s forms.
Me & You, A Sunday Morning of February 2021
It is not a Holiday
Until Billie caresses this Sunday
With the sweet roughness
Of her “Body & Soul”
Outside the window
A snow’s symphony
A concert of ice and lights
Embracing and salvific.
The world is violently shaking
Sneezing blood, death, and confusion
We are prisoners of our hugging desire
But today you are with me
“Body & Soul”
In this house of red brick walls
Warming and fragrant
Like freshly baked bread
A house full of music and future
Of candles lit up to our dreams.
We are a reassuring parcel
To be opened next Christmas
A lovers’ music box
That plays this fragmented present
With new harmonies
Audacious, adventurous, experimental.
Visions of us getting out of the house
Hand in hand
To go embrace of little wriggles of happiness
Our friends tonight at dinner.
A connection of loving sense
Some wine, some laughs
Some singing, some foolishness
A melting of bodies, voices, sensations
A glimpse into eternity
And then the present, the ordinary
The dreams of the trip we plan for next summer
“I can’t wait to go to her concert…”
“…she is great, though she’ll never be like Billie…”
“promise we’ll see each other next week, good night!”
Later the love, me and you at home
And the tomorrow gets trepidant with trivialities
The necessity of living as much as possible
Before nothing will be, again, impossible.
Me and you, Billie Holiday, and a Sunday morning of February 2021
Outside the window
The pandemic is sour
Even more violently than this snow’s tempest
But it will subside, will melt, and settle
Flash up once again and for all
And be swollen by the darkness of time.
It will leave us dry, rested, rejuvenated
Full of love for the days ahead.
Me, you, Billie Holiday, and a Sunday morning of February 2022.
It will be so, beautiful.