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Category: photography
What you hold the reins
When you decide in one second
When your for moves first,
You are the protagonist.
You decide,
No other voice is asked,
Adrenalin kicks in.
Nothing happens,
You happen.
Pouring my doubts and chances
In the ears of the stranger in my heart
Makes the burden heavy
Yet, clear like poker cards.
What my got tells
Finds no place in the dialogues
And the final word is still mine.
The limited space is the lake of boredom
Yet it tickles my creativity
Pushing my limits and my imagination.
What do I like? What’s special in me?
Is my life missing a tone?
I hear myself,
I write myself,
I suspended tha judgement
And keep moving
On.
In days of isolation,
We are little grains of rice
Standing on soft baby feet.
No music can hide the silence
In the office,
Only your laughters
can make the day brighter.
The power of the ant,
Thinking with a huge head and
Standing on tiny legs.
Antennas and determination
Take you far.
Spring knocked and nobody opened.
It slammed the door to our face,
Wake up!
You cannot stop nature,
You cannot stop the revolution,
It will slap you awake
Each time you are lost in your data
Or your handy,
Or your worries.
I am not poor of questions
And justifications for what I see.
If suffer dividing myself
Between what I understand
And what might be absolutely correct for others.
What is right? Who is right?
I cannot tell,
No mathematics can solve it.
I obtain no decision.
I type, I type, I point
The whole day
To tell the reality from my chair-of-view.
I point and judge what is unusual
And deserving a poke.
But my fingers are still chubby,
Maybe filled still with words and opinions,
With ambition and caresses.