Coronavirus: il germoglio del male tra le sbarre

[Autom. eng. transl.] The coronavirus blossomed like a sprout of evil, almost at the end of winter, straddling what should be one of the most beautiful seasons ever: spring. It entered the life of every individual silently, but coming strong enough to take your breath away, literally. It cast a shadow on the world, causing a strong and deep-rooted despair, putting the human being bare in his nature, in his fear, in his deepest anguish: the terror of dying. The virus has spared no one, it has spread like wildfire in any region and continent, making no distinctions of any kind and has quickly come to dye even the bars of prisons dark, where you can already breathe a tense air every day and painful.