New Streets

A month ago, the world and its inhabitants were confined to their homes due to the World Pandemic known as Covid 19. Streets are all empty, and our only contact with the exterior world is through our windows. The interior of our homes, staircases, hallways, laundry rooms, bedrooms, during this time has become our streets... we can't go out, but we need to move, for that reason over and over we go up and downstairs, we go in and out rooms, imagining we are moving through familiar streets, as we did only a few weeks ago, that now feels like an eternity. Our eyes at this moment can only look through windows, some of them very small, some even through bars in a burning silence, while our head floods us with unanswered questions that only increase our drowning uncertainty. And even though we can still catch our breath, it seems so little. These quiet and small spaces, where it is difficult to breathe at times, have become our "New Streets" these days as the world confinement raises every day.