Day saldo

The night has come

And i am lost in the analysis

Of this unsettling working day

With a surprising sun.

The positive balance lasts few seconds

And turns to red

While i am not convinced

And keep examining the past hours.

The night is long

And these thoughts useless.

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Winter darkness

What tickles my mind

in this dark winter day?

Worries of career, fears of loneliness

This undetermined future of ours

Join forces and seed doubts.

I drop my anchor

In the small achievements in my wallet

And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.

Toolbag

Inside and outside

Lay the tools to a fruitful life

Made of iron, steel, and listening.

At my belt, the tools alternate

And I am often unprepared

For the occasion

Yet always running and sweating

to fill my toolbag.

Christmas saldo

Stepping in the icy air,

This Christmas hours my face

And wakes the memories

Of a whole year

Up.

A mosaic of feelings

and events to drop in silence

Lay behind the steps made

for the future.

Holiday practice

Jingle jingle in my head

That ‘ you should’ I push away

With mails and documents

That only drain.

Holidays are often theoretical

And the duties hang on my arm.

More practice is needed.

PhD ending

Few questions

and the stomach in the rollercoaster

Will summarise years in the lab

And ideas coming unattended

In the night, on a hike, talking.

A chapter closes and

Yet many answers are just blank spaces.

The value for a society

Are condensed in words

For an elite.

Love study

Love is green

And grows unattended

Between your pinky toes.

Soft and flexible

You do not notice it

Still enjoy its silent support.

Years have passed

Studies have been completed,

Or only new?

Nesting

I restrict my fence

And move them closer to my belly

Creating a nest I can only fit in.

Hay and dry flowers around me

Cover this atmosphere of mistrust

And, for a while,

The greyness gets a shade of nature.

Sneaking out

Even today you can

Break free

Through the little break in their attention.

In that second others ignore,

You will change your path

And will never feel

Imprisoned on a sunny day

In a fruitless office.

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