Prey

I am today

An easy prey

Of big dreams and things i may

Scars of past illusions

Are easily forgotten but still visible.

Fooling myself

I wrote and talk

Planning a future I cannot control.

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Bright Friday

The grey sky is only a cover

Of a day with no written plot

And no established ending.

A coffee, a cookie, a smile

Recharge and push towards the first step

Of the adventure sitting on top of these stairs

And the ideas of writing a book,

Applying to advanced jobs,

And Change lifestyle from today

Materialize and become family.