Feriae Augustae
Amidst the turmoil of the world 
while the pandemic spreads around  
nationalistic fears arise  
and racist wars are gaining ground.
In this unprecedented times 
I felt the urge to take a break 
So I phoned my friends   
and took a plane 
to fly to the Sardinian shores
An airbus full of British lads
brought me safe to the motherland
Then Ale reached me with a car,  
we drove to Alghero around midnight.
The town was filled with lively youth 
We ate and drank and read a book
and slept outside a police yard.
At dawn we parted for the south,
where we reached the rest of the crew.
From there more friends joined in the trip
we formed a convoy of four cars
and without plans nor reckonings  
we toured gaily around the isle.
We did not touch a single bed, 
but every night on virgin sands
we wildly camped and felt at home.
I wished I always lived liked this:
with freedom, friends and by the sea.
No thoughts, no news, just harmony
with the surrounding eartlhy peace.