Protein army

To which protein

I owe my day?

To the social that makes me breath?

To the tiny that shuttle energy?

Or to the millions outside my body?

Many and unique,

Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,

Proteins give me everyday

That molecular food

I cannot find on my table.

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Candy training

Up and down the candy goes
Sitting lazy on my belly
And looking at me
While breathing heavily.
I see you, I dare you,
I hear with my eyes
When my abs stretch and push it away.

Writing directions

A small post-it can hardly contain
The emotions you transmit
With your disappointed eyes
And needy body.
I will write you a sentence
And it will give only a direction
for the future, as the present is nothing
to remember.

Day scars

Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.