Silent inside
In a shower of doubts
At the end of a crucial day.
Alone i shine
And taste life at its full
However spending the day
Building fences.
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alone
Nesting
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.
Pigeon ideas
I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.
No connection
No signal, alone, no network,
reassure me while moving
through the day.
What is needed is here
and the energy gets lost in the web
of relations and demands.
7 August, 2017 21:19
Morning start
Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.
Late discovery
Drops from my forehead
Fall gracelessly on the paper
And reminds me of the time passed.
Late in the night,
I will remember only the joy and the childish dubious faith,
But now the effort is real
And the struggle in my mental muscles.
