Fries ode

Tent and steaming,
Golden like the sun,
Fries condense joy of life and child-like behaviours.
Fingers are sticky,
oily stains on my dress,
And a bunch of fries
Like wedding bouquet
in my hands.

Spaghetti drug

Spaghetti at the end of the adventure
In the evening of a Friday
With a bitter taste.
Sneaky but friendly
The pasta wraps me and my doubts
While the future holds a secret.

Autumn fire

Autumn surrounds me
And brings warmth and reasons
Worth its orange destined leaves.
The colours of fire
Bring life into a nature soon to rest.
Time will come
That the hopeful green
Will surprise me.

Forgotten apples

The last apples
Lie forgotten on the trees
In a field that has already received
its praises.
Red and sweet
They will see the winter and the snow
Of this year of transition

Parallel sleep

Sunny day and rainless office
Cannot stop my sleepiness.
Private and soft
It draws me to the land
of pink blankets and emerald fields.
I lull in this parallel reality
While the others rush.

Migrant bananas

The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.

October islands

A pinch of sunlight
Can decorate this Thursday
And mark it as a new memory.
October of sorrow, expectation, and rest
Has now sparks of life
To jump to in the difficult days.

Alpine solo

The hidden villages in the mountains
Enjoyed quiet and family,
While watching the progress rush around.
The luxury is over
And things come from the big world
And feelings are drained
From the alpine people.

Definitive not

Definitive is a word
with no time
And little space in my life.
Definite decisions
are always on hold
And dynamically turning on themselves
To find the comfortable spot
In the situation.

Gorge cold

Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.

Science punch

Days and years in and out of the lab
Are now a story and a small contribution
To a vivid community
Of hunters.
Scientists share and compete
Building a petia and a better world.

Winter flower

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.

Plastic curse

My fingers get shorter
And have lost the greed
To conquer and collect
Useless desired objects.
Plastic creates beauty
All around me,
While poisoning my natural family.

Property lane

Naïve is your virtue
And the shine on your armour
When you translate an unexpected
Reality to me.
Dynamics are read personally
And the time spent
Distributed in drops
To people I do not consider.

Nest building

Mouth full of twigs
I cannot speak not smile
Whole flying to my near.
I build out each day,
And my uncomfortable today
Is a loved step ahead.

Role expectation

I split the cake personally
And the authority surprises
Theft old minded seniors.
I take charger and put my stamp
On situations of clichés and prejudice.

Horizon mark

A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
It marks a new season is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.

Owl determination

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.

Sun shower

Linear and powerful rays
That hit me and energize me,
Fall like rain today!
I will not reject you
With dark umbrellas over my head
My store your input
inside my shy skin.

Bright spots

The city at night
Is revealed by its spots
Delineating where the feet and the hearts
Go and hide.
Everything seems far
And secluded in itself,
Concentrating the energies left today
For tomorrow.