{"id":1519,"date":"2020-12-07T08:00:07","date_gmt":"2020-12-07T07:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=1519"},"modified":"2020-11-29T21:54:53","modified_gmt":"2020-11-29T20:54:53","slug":"quarantine-overture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2020\/12\/quarantine-overture\/","title":{"rendered":"Quarantine Overture"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>Image<\/strong>: <span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a9 Giulia Asselta.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><strong>Author<\/strong>: A S<\/p>\n<p><strong>Embrace<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Soft shivers delayed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Teeming tears kept at bay<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">By a long-forgotten memory of warmth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A spark not-indifferent<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Born of hope and fulfillment<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Which have gathered in dust from eons ago.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sifting and trembling<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Those arms lifted daintily<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Crushing and calming the silent recluse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Quiet embers of a past<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lit ablaze by torrential gasps<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A reminder of what it means to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Melody II<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">That shivering sky<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Emitting no reason<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wavers unflinching\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to the beat of a heart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As if were reflected<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A tune of inflection<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Crying and screaming\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and pulling apart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But where there is healing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Conceal not your breathing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And stumbling, carefully<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Stride into the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>(Nude)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In the midst of your waking dreams<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Three whispers stop by, each begging<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To listen. The first caressing and cooing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The second tickling and tingling<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">While the last, stares at you in silence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And peeking you crouch below<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Reaching for strands thin as noise<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Those things which you wear on your shoulders<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And on your head. Yet you shiver<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And suddenly straighten, brushing those short strands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">aside, while your gaze stops to grasp the moon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And crawling, your heart clutches<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">at the whispers, calling to scream<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">among them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stanza<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Listen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">On the ramparts of my heart the trumpets are blowing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Not for victory but rather, a cry for truth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As ragged and tired men go home and weep<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For loss of understanding that they do seek<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Belated tears fill sorry eyes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and drop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to endless sighs<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But a promise of song lifts their hearts and their eyes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Listen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brimming with tremor,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Booming in Upheaval<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And beating<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Can you hear the rain?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image: \u00a9 Giulia Asselta. Author: A S Embrace Soft shivers delayed Teeming tears kept at bay By a long-forgotten memory of warmth.\u00a0 A spark not-indifferent Born of hope and fulfillment Which have gathered in dust from eons ago. Sifting and trembling Those arms lifted daintily Crushing and calming the silent recluse. 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