Summer resurrection

I like the strength of the sun:

in a winter day it is shy and lazy,

then in spring it comes out shiny 

and full, like a smiling face.

I breathe the fresh air of freedom 

in the early morning and enjoy 

my little world's privileges

looking for stable peace.

You, noted Star, raise up 

and kill that cruel virus

which is our nightmare shadow

along the too tidy and tight streets 

and supermarket's aisles!

I feel the good light of 

the merry season

I smell the roses' scent

by ancient memories

I taste the sweet watermelon

of my friend's garden

and wait for another 

summer resurrection.