Bright Friday

The grey sky is only a cover

Of a day with no written plot

And no established ending.

A coffee, a cookie, a smile

Recharge and push towards the first step

Of the adventure sitting on top of these stairs

And the ideas of writing a book,

Applying to advanced jobs,

And Change lifestyle from today

Materialize and become family.

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Surface temptation

I pull myself away

When i am attracted to the surface

Of event interpretation.

The visible tells a simplified picture

My mind and heart want to believe.

Investigative analysis and questioning

Come from my science core

That deep inside

January drives me to the unheard truth.

02 Apr 2018

Future today

What hides in the grass

Grown in this day of transition?

Fruits like Easter eggs

Are hard to see,

Yet precious and rewarding

For the eye of the naïve.

Work, health, friends, emails, future plans

Are ripening hidden in the green

Of hope and routine.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.

25 Mar 2018

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.

9 Mar 2018

Free speech

I heard you say the truth

In that long meeting of no use

What you really thought

And was hiding behind my ear,

And the room was free.

Forced respect vanished

And my search for the way to

Ended.

23 Feb 2018

18 Feb 2018

Ridiculous hat

The warm hat looks ridiculous

On a heard of girls and many years.

Decision is taken

And other’s opinions don’t count

When winter hold me tight.

Comfortable inside,

My head is up.

Constellation

A full day on my shoulders

And lots of satisfactions

Point towards a new direction.

Taking time to notice,

Each gesture is a responsibility

And a plan for the future.

Fantasy cosy

I twist my time

Advocating for everybody

Ok this synthetic office chair.

I forget my story,

While I actively and furiously write it

Reach moment.

Frustrated by inaction,

I surrender to fantasy.

Dark work

The dark has come

Yet the day is not over.

The list of still long

And the appealing tasks

Are queuing for my attention.

I trust my watch

And keep on trying

While my brain wears its pyjama.

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.

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.