Shower

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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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.

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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.