'every day is beautiful...'

'Today...I'm the happiest!'
Isabella declared...
it was early morn
and the light from the sky
fell exactly where she stood
in her white tee...
she looked out...
the piazza was still full of pigeons...
downstairs Abramo had been singing a song...

Francesco was by the window too
but his eyes were on papers
he was working on metabolism
and synthesis...
of arsenic...

'perche?'
Francesco asked...
not looking up...
Isabella turned around...
she thought he was not listening...

'Don't you know? the reason?'
she asked...smiling...
'every day is beautiful...to me...
so can't find any special cause...'
He replied...
looking up...
the pencil held in his fingers
as if a cigarette...

'You guess...'
Isabella played...
'Today the Sun rose?
yesterday the Moon descended gently?
today the breeze from the sea is the coolest?'
Francesco joked...
his likely jokes...

'Today is Amadore's birthday!'
Isabella almost yelled...like a child...

'really?'
Francesco asked...smiling...
'Si...'
Isabella nodded...

Francesco opened his notebook...
he was noting something down...
Isabella went near and found...
He had noted against almost all dates...
three hundred and sixty four almost...
some occasions to celebrate...

'Why this one day still left? no occasion for it?'
Isabella was curious...

'why not?
That day...
Life was probably first formed...
by God...'

Francesco reverted...
soft...
and went back to his work...
on arsenic metabolism
by a special kind of bacteria...