The plastic bottle of water on my desk
got an inner life
and a green shade.
Friendly algae have taken possession
and shout ‘biology’ to me.
The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.
The set is sleeping
At the heart of the old flower
That afraid resists the
and the coming winter.
It breaks in my hands
Tired and dried
by the donation of its beauty.
I split the cake personally
And the authority surprises
The old minded seniors.
I take charge and put my stamp
On situations of clichés and prejudice.
A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
mark a new season that is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.
The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.
My stomach is proudly full
Of minerals and proteins
That a silent plant produced in the sun.
I hardly notice their machineries
Humbly turning in the green spots
Waiting for respect.
A hug not asked
A free content that surprises,
I am sure,
Mark the birth of a friendship,
Like milestones on the road.
I felt the connection,
A missing sister with more experience,
Whose oven is always on
And whose table has always an extra chair.
I yawn like nobody else exists
And my muscles enjoy a little reading
I only know it could feel so good.
In a crowd, yet behaving like alone,
Is the human equivalent
of marking your territory of freedom
And of personal expression.