FRAGILE

Fragility is part of me, this is true;
I feel very emotional and sensitive,
able to grasp details that people are not normally able to fully grasp
Even those details are fragile: those little pieces of the world that no one sees,
perhaps hidden by the shadow of chaos and lack of time …
see them, and I appreciate them.
I see the fragility of the cobweb after it has rained,
when the droplets of rain run down the threads …
I see how easily it could snap, and I sigh, hoping it doesn’t.
I am so fragile that when I see a bee, or a hornet,
or any insect that could hurt me,
that is drowning in a basin,
I bend down and pick it up with my hands,
because I know it won’t hurt me,
because in that moment we are both fragile.
At that moment we both suffer.
can’t explain more clearly the sense of fragility around me,
but know that wherever you look,
in everything you see, there is always a crack,
a delicate edge,
something that if you look even more carefully,
you will find fragile.
Almost as fragile as you are.

SAVE THE BEES

Yesterday’s awakening was a bad awakening for Mattia’s young farm … Millions of dead bees and broken houses. An entire apiary destroyed by someone who took it out on defenseless animals, killing them, crushing them or freezing them from the pouring rain. It took months, perhaps years of care and work to prepare the bees in strength and health for the spring harvest, which was nullified overnight. This serious damage in the first days of flowering of the acacia will not be easily overcome, especially in this complex phase. Despite so much pain and discomfort, we need to find the strength not to give up and try to start again. Thanks to those who are expressing their solidarity with messages of support and those who want to concretely demonstrate it with a donation:

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