Povero tempo nostro

... which, of course, means:Poor times of ours ... - a song by Gianmaria Testa. On a day like today I feel a bit of warmth, a bit of hope, when I listen to this quite pensive song. Here are some lines:

Poor times of ours
Poor efforts
Poor Earth
That suffers them all
Poor times of ours
And poor days
Of meager humanity
That passes the days and exhausts them

Let the wind return
And with the wind, the storm
And let it not be forever
This time that remains to us ...

It sounds better in the original Italian I think:

Povero tempo nostro
Povere fatiche
Povera la Terra intera
Che tutte intere le patisce
Povero tempo nostro
E poveri questi giorni
Di magra umanità
Che passa i giorni e li sfinisce

Lascia che torni il vento
E con il vento, la tempesta
E fa che non sia per sempre
Questo tempo che ci resta ...

Yes, you should listen to this song. Definitely!

About the image:

A solitary floral silhouette rises through a field of luminous white and deep, atmospheric blue. The petals, rendered in soft rust and violet tones, seem to drift beyond their stems — weightless, like memory dispersing into air. Light and shadow blur gently around the form, creating a quiet pull between presence and disappearance.

Minimal yet emotive, the work captures a moment of delicate suspension. It is both a study in contrast and a meditation on transience — where nature, gesture, and light converge in lyrical restraint.

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