The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Passing idle
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
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Chip chip
Birds follow my commuting train
And measure with me to the south
In this rainy day.
Their voices are far,
their wings looking for adventure in the lab,
My hands in a bag of chips
Fitted for breakfast.
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.
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.
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.
Walking together
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.
Time pain
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
today.
Lab team
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.
Working heart
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.
Time break
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
Running everyday
In fields of discomfort.
Daisy lesson
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
Looking inside
For the turmoil to be over.
New path in the forest
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.
Adventure ready
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.
Salty patience
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.
Holiday destabilization
Holidays and relaxation,
As necessary as destabilizing
When the effort is not a practical outcome
But a state is mind.
Job interview
You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
Again.
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Catch.
Plane mode
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.
Paradox daydream
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.
Low fences
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.
Critical thinking
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.
Unusual path
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.
Watering ideas
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.
Early bloom
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.
Welcome night
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.
Milestones
Rites of passage are laid on the way,
Open arches with no doors
Mark the distance from the first steps
And from the first fears.
Each is a no way back station
Of tears and rewards
That only standing alone
Can hug you completely.
Cigarettes and coffee
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
Every day.
Sofa decisions
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.
Prioritize not
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..
Pushing
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.
