Many years as distant friends
have collapsed in a blink
and sank into a hot cup that reassures
my hand and my wild thoughts.
Regret tastes not good
to me and is a dish I do not order.
Even a cup of coffee can be half full.
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Algorithm in blue
I will fall asleep like a cat today
At The repetitive sound
Your hand produces on the keyboard.
You are absorbed and isolated
Into the virtual world
Of the blue light
Of data and algorithms
And my efforts are childish
When passion is addiction.
Book reading
You are heavy and rich
Of a world that absorbs me
And to which my imagination is deeply attracted
At Any minute of the day.
The story is hanging
And the characters incomplete.
By reading, I fill them with me life
And complete them.
Honey addiction
Like honey and lemon
On my wounds
You protect and punish
My spontaneity and openness
To this world of fake smiles.
I hold you in days of storm
And give you my blanket in days of consolation,
Addicted as I am to your honey.
Love me, love me not
I see you love me, science,
Through your perfect curves and colourful graphs
In which support is screamed
About my brave ideas.
I read you love me not
When the night falls
On me alone in the lab
Chasing in a round
The long awaited answer.
Apnea in the lab
Having the answer
Makes your shoulders rest
And your breathing come back
Like a goldfish back to water
After an acrobatic jump.
The apnea of the search
While diving through false illusions
and deceiving results
Is poisonous
Yet addictive to the heart.
