Back home, the sky is still the same. Different horizons, but all under the same sky. Sometimes we don't think about it, but the only precious thing we truly have is time, often punctual in making us understand many things too late. Everyone's happy, everyone's unhappy, everyone's alive.
Leaning out onto a terrace, his bare, tattooed back on display, his gaze hidden and turned towards the horizon, Fedez reflects on his social media profiles on the last few days that saw him back in hospital, a few days after the birth of his third child .
"When you're in the hospital," she writes, "waiting for your last blood transfusion, you feel shaky, you think your time is running out, or something like that. Just as another life is beginning, that of your little son. These days, the fear of not being able to hug the people dearest to me, my children, has made me see the sky differently. Yet again. It's not what you look at, but what you see."
Then the announcement of the canceled concerts: "My body raised its hand for the umpteenth time and told me 'stop.' Now the doctors are telling me, too, and that's what I'll do . But without despair, on the contrary. I feel once again lucky to be under this sky. We'll do everything together that I'll be forced to put on hold. Thank goodness."
Then, in the stories, she thanked the precious blood donors: " I wouldn't be here if six strangers hadn't donated the blood that was used for the transfusions that saved my life. Again. Too little is said about how many lives all the blood donors in this country silently save. Thank you ."
(Unioneonline/D)
