I restrict my fence
And move them closer to my belly
Creating a nest I can only fit in.
Hay and dry flowers around me
Cover this atmosphere of mistrust
And, for a while,
The greyness gets a shade of nature.
Leave me behind with no regret,
I will thank you when I will reach you,
Alone and proud,
Tired and older.
We share no path,
Yet we walk together,
And hold hands against the tide.
As I grow older,
Time seems to accelerate
And Push me aside from the competition.
Valuable minutes are spent
And I do not notice
But I miss them
When alone in bed
I am hurt by what could not be done
I opened today the door
To trust and uncertainty
To give a chance to a future
I cannot imagine.
In every lab,
Peers and rivals
Put their word in the closing sentence
And hold shaky hands
in times of indetermination.
I sit today
Alone and not lonely
Like a modern woman searching
and possessing her space.
Overqualified and clearminded
Are just traits she shows in her work,
Selected between being a romantic, traditional, and self-doubting.
The importance of events
Is measured in the time
They demand from us.
Taking the time
Is standing still
And yet it is hard.
Allowing ourselves experiences is a luxury
And a lesson to learn
We all owe to our selves
In fields of discomfort.
The rain is coming
And the daisy closes its petals
Waiting patiently for the good day.
Nature tells the way.
Let time pass,
And stay closed
For the turmoil to be over.
Don’t abandon me
In this green forest with hidden lives and rumors.
The sun its high and the heat a curse
For an animal like me
Whose skin is gentle and the soul pale.
With no reference and no voice,
Only a new path is possible
And of already started behind me.
The rays of the early day
And the sweet smell of the morning
Are the perfect sense to the adventure
I am starting alone.
The Luggage is full at the door
And the diary has white pages left.
Patience makes you a saint
But takes you to the top of a mountain
And leaves you there.
Alone and patient,
Questions are silenced
And peace settles in.
Luckily it is soon mobbed by the dormant curiosity
And excitement that salts your story.
You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Doing less and communicating less
To live on ‘plane mode’
And catch the unexpected details.
A fix crosses the street,
A flower earlier than the others,
A child laughing for no reason
Are entertainments needing no connection.
I live the paradox
Of being tired by sitting
And being bored by data plotting.
Refusing the surrounding drama
I enjoy my own thoughts and daydream
With my mind as a private cinema.
The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.
Cross your fingers,
Glance at the stars,
Start with the right foot
To find luck when you are the only player.
Turn the situation
To the sunny side by
Standing strong on your sense of humour
And critical thinking.
I have fallen into the trap
Of listening to your expectations
And demands to make my life reasonable
To your eyes.
Disappointed and surprised
I find myself alone on a life
Of clearly set marks.
The unusual path is hard to justify
And words are limited
But silence and quick hands can make it happen.
Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.
Once hidden below the melting snow,
The premature sun is back to shine.
Stretching my weekend leaves
I build my strength to bloom
Once the situation is favorable.
and the opening of the surrounding clouds,
strong with the support of those who see far,
Here I Stand alone in the middle of the field.
The end of this day comes unattended
But those who jump in projects
With passion and selflessness.
Those five minutes alone in the dark
Are a dream during the day
And a hug for the heart at night
When solitude is healing.
Smoke your cigarette Very slow
And turn into smoke the dark side of this day.
Puff puff those words of arrogance
And the exclamations of envy
Away from your ears.
Cigarettes and coffees save the world
The safety of the blanket
Reassures me in the day
Of difficult decisions.
Warm and silent
It leaves space to my decisions
And always agrees.
It also pushes me away
With its uncomfortable heart
When the time has come
To turn decisions into action.
Hold my own while I tell you
That time passes and leaves a mark
Even if you are inactive.
Thinking on the chair or prey of boredom
Your thoughts rebel and imprint a stir
To the present inside you
Unconsciously prioritizing your future..
Always looking forward and nothing is enough
is the trap that takes the flavour away
from your pizza and the chat with your colleague.
A slow typing day, a smooth never-ending coffee,
and a thorough look out the window
gives the time to breath
and find a new horizon.